Rock Salt And Nails

On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
 And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
 Down in the hollow where the waters run cold
 It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
 Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
 The past I remember time cannot erase
 The letter you wrote me it was written in shame
 And I know that your conscience still echo's my name
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 Now the nights are so long, Lord sorrow runs deep
 And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
 I'll walk out alone and look at the sky
 Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry
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 If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
 I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
 If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails
 I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails