Rock, Salt and Nails

On the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
Noel birds are warble
In lone morning sound
Way down in the hollow
Where the waters run cold
It's where I first listen
To the lies that you told

And now I lie on my bed
And I see your sweet face
And the past I remember
Time cannot erase

And the letters you wrote me
Were written in [?]shade/shame
And I know that your conscience
Still echoes my name

And now the nights are so long
Lords sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse
Then night without sleep
I walk out alone
And look at the sky
Too empty to sing
Too lonesome to cry

If you ladies are blackbirds
If you ladies thrushies
I lie there for hours
In the cold chilly marches/marshes

If you ladies were shrubs
With high bushy tails
I'd fill up my shotgun
With rocks, salt and nails



Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Phillips
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