Rock Salt And Nails
Recorded by J.D. Crowe
www.jdcrowe.net
Written by Bruce Phillips
G C G
On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
Em C G
And the wild birds all warble with a low mourning sound
Em C G
Down in the hollow where the water runs cold
C G
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
C G
Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
Em C G
The past I remember time cannot erase
Em C G
A letter you wrote me it was written in shame
C G
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
C G
Now the nights are so long Lord sorrow runs deep
Em C G
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
Em C G
I walk out alone and look at the sky
C G
Too empty to say too lonesome to cry
C G
If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
Em C G
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
Em C G
If the ladies were squirrels with a high bushy tail
C G
I'd fill up my shotgun with a rock salt and nails
