[Verse 1]
On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
Way down in the hollow where the water runs cold
That's where I first listened to the lies that you told
[Verse 2]
Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
And the past I remember time cannot erase
And the letter you wrote me was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
[Verse 3]
Now the nights are so long and 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
[Verse 4]
So if the ladies were blackbirds and you ladies were thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the cold chilly marshes
If you ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails
Rock Salt and Nails was written by Bruce Utah Phillips.
Rock Salt and Nails was produced by David Rawlings.