Rock, Salt And Nails
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By the banks of the river where the willows grow cold Wild birds warble the strange soundin' song By the banks of the river where the waters run cold Well that's where I first listened the lies that she told. He lays there each night all alone and he weeps Nothing ain't worse than a night wothout sleep The letters she wrote him they were written in vain But I know that her conscience still echoes my name. If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were fishes I'd lay there for hours in the cold rainy matches If the ladies were squirrels yeah with a big bushy tail I'd fill up my shotgun with a rock salt and nails. We'd fill up our shotgun with a rock salt and nails...
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- Duration
- 02:07
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 188 BPM
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