"Rocksalt And Nails"
"Transcribe" sanoma at onewest.net
(F)By the banks of the river,where the willows grow
(D)cold. Wild birds warble a strange sounding
(F)song.By the banks of the river
(G)Where the water runs
(F)cold.Was there i first
(A#)listened to the lies that she
He lays there each night,all alone and he weeps,
Nothin' ain't worse than a night without sleep.
The letters she wrote him,that were written in vain,
But he knows that her conscionce still echos his name
If the ladys were blackbirds, and the ladys were thrushes,
I'd lay there for hours in the cold rainy marshes.
If the ladies were squirrels,with a big bushy tail.
I'd load up my shotgun with rocksalt and nails.
We'd fill up our shotguns with rocksalt and nails