Lyrics Rock Salt and Nails - John Martyn
On
the
banks
of
the
river
Where
the
willow
hangs
down
On
the
wild
washing
waters
Low
mourning
sound
Down
in
the
hollow
Where
the
water
runs
cold
It
was
there
I
first
listened
To
the
lies
that
you
told
Levon
Helm:
Now
I
lie
on
my
bed
And
I
see
your
sweet
face
The
past
I
remember
Time
can't
erase
The
letter
you
wrote
me
Was
written
in
shame
And
I
know
that
your
conscience
Still
echoes
my
name
Now
the
nights
are
so
alone
And
my
sorrow
runs
deep
And
nothing
is
worse
for
you
and
me
One
more
night
without
sleep
I
woke
up
alone
I
take
a
look
at
my
sky
Too
empty
to
sing
Too
lonely
to
cry
If
you
ladies
were
blackbirds
And
you
ladies
were
thrushes
I'd
lie
there
for
hours
In
them
cold
chilly
marshes
But
if
ladies
were
squirrels
With
them
high
bushy
tails
I'd
fill
up
my
shotgun
With
rock,
salt
and
nails
If
you
ladies
were
squirrels
With
them
high
bushy
tails
I
would
load
up
my
shotgun
With
rock,
salt
and
nails
If
you
ladies
were
squirrels
With
high
bushy
tails
I'd
fill
up
my
shotgun
With
rock,
salt
and
nails
I'd
fill
up
my
shotgun
With
rock,
salt
and
nails
Fill
up
my
shotgun
With
rock,
salt
and
nails
Fill
up
my
shotgun
With
rock,
salt
and
nails
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