Rock Salt and Nails by Utah Phillips
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
It 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 cannot erase
The letter you wrote me, it was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echoes 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 empty to sing too lonesome to cry
If the ladies was blackbirds and the ladies was thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly, cold marshes
If the ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
I'd load up gun with rock salt and nails."
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Rock Salt and Nails by Utah Phillips
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
It 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 cannot erase
The letter you wrote me, it was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echoes 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 empty to sing too lonesome to cry
If the ladies was blackbirds and the ladies was thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly, cold marshes
If the ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
I'd load up gun with 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
It 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 cannot erase
The letter you wrote me, it was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echoes 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 empty to sing too lonesome to cry
If the ladies was blackbirds and the ladies was thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly, cold marshes
If the ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
I'd load up gun with rock salt and nails."
Writer: BRUCE PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing