Rock Salt and Nails (Cover)

By the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
The wild birds they warble
With a low morning sound
Down in the hollow
Where the river 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
A past I remember
Time can't erase
A letter you wrote me
They were written in shame
And know that your conscience still echoes my name

Now the nights are so lonely
Sorrow runs deep
Nothings is worse than these nights without sleep
I walk out alone and look at the sky
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry

Now if the ladies were blackbirds
If the ladies were thrushes
Well I'd lie there for hours
In the chilly cold marshes
And if the women were squirrels
With high bushy tails
Well I'd fill up my shotgun
With rock salt and nails
I'd fill up my shotgun
With rock salt and nails