Rocksalt & nails

ROCK SALT AND NAILS

By the banks of the river
where the willows hang down
Where the wild birds all warble
With a low moaning sound
Way down in the holler
Where the river runs cold
It was there I first listened
to the lies that you told

Now I lay on my pillow
I can see your sweet face
For the memories you left me
Time will not erase
The letters you wrote me
they were written in shame
But I hope 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
Too lonesome to sing
Too empty to cry

If the ladies were blackbirds
And the ladies were thrushes
I’d lay there for hours
In the cold rain and marshes
If the ladies were squirrel’s
with high bushy tails
I’d load up my shotgun
with rock salt and nails
I’d load up my shotgun
with rock salt and nails