Aida Cuevas - Rock salt and nails

^COn the banks of the river^F where the willows hang d^Cown And wild birds all w^Amarble ^Fwith a low moanin^Cg sound Way down in the ^Amhollow ^Fwhere the water runs ^Ccold That's where I first ^Flistened to the lies that you^C told

^CNow I lie on my bed ^Fand I see your sweet ^Cface The past I rem^Amember time^F cannot ^Cerase The letter you ^Amwrote me ^Fit was written in ^Cshame And I know that your^F conscience still echo's m^Cy name

^CNow the nights are so^F long, and sorrow runs d^Ceep And nothing is wo^Amrse than^F a night without s^Cleep I'll walk out a^Amlone, I ^Flook at the s^Cky Too empty to s^Fing, too lonesome to ^Ccry

^CSo if you ladies were ^Fblackbirds, if you ladies were^C thrushes I'd lie there for h^Amours in^F the cold chilly ^Cmarshes If you ladies were s^Amquirrel's^F with high bushy^C tails I'd fill up my s^Fhotgun with rock salt and^C nails