Rock Salt And Nails

th Fret By the banks of the river      Where the willows hang down      And the wild birds all warble___ With their high lonesome sound      Down in some hollow___ Where the waters run cold      It was there I first listened   To the lies that you told      If the young men were blackbirds      The young men were thrushes      I would lay by the hours___ In the cold rainy marshes      If the young men were squirrels   With high bushy tails     I’d fill up my shotgun    With rock salt and nails Instrumental:                                                                      Now I lie in my bed_____ And I see your sweet face      The past I remember___ Time cannot erase      The letters you wrote me__ Were written in shame      And I know that your conscience Echoes my name      Lord I lie here each night      All alone and I weep      Nothing ain’t worse Than a night without sleep     I walk out alone___ Under the sky     Too empty to sing    Too lonesome to cry       Instrumental:                                                                      If the ladies were blackbirds____ And the young men were thrushes      I’d lie there for hours___ In the cold rainy marshes      If the ladies were squirrels   With high bushy tails      I’d fill up my shotgun___ With rock salt and nails     I’d fill up my shotgun___ With rock salt and nails