Rock Salt And Nails
Recorded by J.D. Crowe
www.jdcrowe.net
Written by Bruce Phillips

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On the banks of the river  where the willows hang down
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And the wild birds all warble with a low mourning sound
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Down in the hollow  where the water runs cold
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It was there 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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A letter you wrote me  it was written in shame
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And I know that your conscience still echoes my name

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

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If the ladies were blackbirds  and the ladies were fishes
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I'd lie there for hours  in the chilly cold marshes
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If the ladies were squirrels  with a high bushy tail
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I'd fill up my shotgun  with a rock salt and nails