Willie Watson - Rock salt and nails

^COn the banks of the river ^F where the willows hang ^Cdown And wild birds all ^Amwarble^F with a low moaning^C sound Way down in the ^Amhollow ^F where the water runs ^Ccold That's where I first ^Bblistened ^F to the lies that you ^Ctold

^CNow I lie on my bed ^F and I see your sweet ^Cface The past I rem^Amember ^F time cannot ^Cerase The letter you ^Amwrote me ^F it was written in ^Cshame And I know that your ^Bbconscience ^F still echo's my ^Cname

^CNow the nights are so long,^F and sorrow runs ^Cdeep And nothing is wo^Amrse ^F than a night without ^Csleep I'll walk out a^Amlone, ^F I look at the ^Csky Too empty to ^Bbsing, ^F too lonesome to ^Ccry

^CSo if you ladies were blackbirds,^F if you ladies were ^Cthrushes I'd lie there for h^Amours ^F in the cold chilly ^Cmarshes If you ladies were s^Amquirrel's ^F with high bushy ^Ctails I'd fill up my ^Bbshotgun ^F with rock salt and ^Cnails (X3)