Rock Salt and Nails

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 can not 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 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

If the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes

I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes

If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails

I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

© Bruce "Utah" Phillips - songwriter