Songtext von Rock Salt And Nails

By the banks of the river Where the willows hang down The wild birds they warble With a low moanin' sound Way 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 back And I see your sweet face The past I remember Time can't erase And the letters you wrote me They were written in shame And I know that your conscience Still echoes my name 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 them high bushy tails Well I'd load up my shotgun With rock salt and nails I'd load up my shotgun With rock salt and nails