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 water runs cold
 its 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 can not erase
 
 the letter you wrote me
 it was written in shame
 and i know that your conscience
 still echo's my name
 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
 to empty to sing to 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