Julie Miller - Rock salt and nails

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

Now I lie on my bed^C and I see your sweet ^Gface The past I ^Emremember ^Ctime cannot e^Grase A letter you ^Emwrote me^C it was written in ^Gshame And I know that your ^Cconscience still echoes my ^Gname ^{F C G}

Now the nights are so long,^C lord sorrow runs ^Gdeep And nothing is ^Emworse than a ^Cnight without ^Gsleep I walk out ^Emalone^C and look at the ^Gsky Too empty to ^Csay, too lonesome to ^Gcry ^{F C G}

If the ladies were blackbirds^C and the ladies were ^Gthrushes I'd lie there for ^Emhours^C in the chilly cold ^Gmarshes If the ladies were ^Emsquirrels^C with a high bushy ^Gtail I'd fill up my ^Cshotgun with a rock salt and ^Gnails ^{C G}