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Rock Salt And Nails chords

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Willie Watson
"Rock Salt and Nails"
org. Utah Philips
From: Folk Singer Vol. 1


[Intro]

Bb  F  C


C                         F                        C
On the banks of the river   where the willows hang down
                   Am    F                   C
And wild birds all warble  with a low moaning sound
                Am     F                      C
Way down in the hollow   where the water runs cold
                     Bb       F                     C
That's where I first listened  to the lies that you told

C                   F                      C
Now I lie on my bed   and I see your sweet face
              Am    F             C
The past I remember   time cannot erase
               Am       F                   C
The letter you wrote me   it was written in shame
                     Bb         F                 C
And I know that your conscience   still echo's my name

C                          F                 C
Now the nights are so long,  and sorrow runs deep
                 Am  F                      C
And nothing is worse   than a night without sleep
               Am     F               C
I'll walk out alone,    I look at the sky
             Bb    F                 C
Too empty to sing,   too lonesome to cry

C                                F                    C
So if you ladies were blackbirds,  if you ladies were thrushes
                   Am   F                    C
I'd lie there for hours   in the cold chilly marshes
                    Am        F                 C
If you ladies were squirrel's   with high bushy tails
               Bb      F                    C
I'd fill up my shotgun   with rock salt and nails (X3)
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