Rock Salt and Nails

By the banks of the river, where the willows hang down
The wild birds all warble, with a low moaning sound
Way down in that hollow where the water runs cold
Is where I first listened to the lies that you told

Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
The past I remember, time cannot erase
The letter you wrote me was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name

(Plinkety plunk on guitar)

Now the nights are so long and the sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
I walk out alone and look at the sky
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry

So if you ladies were blackbirds, if you ladies were thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
And if you ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
I'd load up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

(Zoobidy zee on violin)



Credits
Writer(s): Utah Phillips
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