Jd Crowe and the New South - Rock salt and nails

^GOn the banks of the river ^Cwhere the willows hang ^Gdown And the wild birds all ^Emwarble ^Cwith a low mourning ^Gsound Down in the ^Emhollow ^Cwhere the water runs ^Gcold It was there I first ^Clistened to the lies that you ^Gtold

Now I lie on my bed ^Cand I see your sweet ^Gface The past I ^Emremember ^Ctime cannot ^Gerase A letter you ^Emwrote me ^Cit was written in ^Gshame And I know that your ^Cconscience still echoes my ^Gname

Now the nights are so long ^CLord sorrow runs ^Gdeep And nothing is ^Emworse than a ^Cnight without ^Gsleep I walk out ^Emalone ^Cand look at the ^Gsky Too empty to ^Csay too lonesome to ^Gcry

If the ladies were blackbirds ^Cand the ladies were ^Gfishes I'd lie there for ^Emhours ^Cin the chilly cold ^Gmarshes If the ladies were ^Emsquirrels ^Cwith a high bushy ^Gtail I'd fill up my ^Cshotgun with a rock salt and ^Gnails