Lyrics Rock Salt and Nails - Earl Scruggs
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
waters
run
cold,
It
was
there
I
first
listened
To
the
lies
that
you
told
Now
I
lay
on
my
bed
And
I
see
your
sweet
face.
The
past
I
remeber,
Time
cannot
erase.
The
letter
you
wrote
me,
It
was
written
in
shame.
And
I
know
that
your
conscience
Still
echoes
my
name.
The
nights
are
so
long,
And
sorrow
runs
deep.
And
nothing
is
worse
Than
a
night
with
out
sleep.
I′ll
walk
out
alone
And
look
at
the
sky.
Too
empty
to
sing,
Too
lonesome
to
cry.
If
the
ladies
were
blackbirds
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
tail
I′d
fill
up
my
shotgun
With
rock
salt
and
nails.
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