Willie Watson
"Rock Salt and Nails"
org. Utah Philips
From: Folk Singer Vol. 1

Capo V

Intro:
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On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
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And wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
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Way down in the hollow where the water runs cold
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That's where I first listened to the lies that you told

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Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
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The past I remember time cannot erase
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The letter you wrote me it was written in shame
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And I know that your conscience still echo's my name

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Now the nights are so long, and sorrow runs deep
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And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
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I'll walk out alone, I look at the sky
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Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry

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So if you ladies were blackbirds, if you ladies were thrushes
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I'd lie there for hours in the cold chilly marshes
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If you ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails
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I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails