Doc Watson – Rocksalt And Nails Chords

It is down by the river, where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
It is down in the hollow, where the chilly winds blow
It was there I first listened to the lies that she told.

As I lay on my pillow and I can see your sweet face
For the memories you left me time cannot erase
The letter you wrote me, it was written in shame
And I hope that your conscience still echoes my name

Oh the nights are so long, your sorrows run deep
And there’s nothing worse, than a night without sleep
I’ll walk out a-lone and look at the sky
Too lonesome to sing, too empty to cry

If the ladies were black-birds and the ladies were thrushes
I’d lie there for hours, in the chilly cold marshes
If the ladies were squirrels, with a high bushy tails
I’d load up my shot-gun with rocksalt and nails
I’d load up my shot-gun with rocksalt and nails