Rock Salt and Nails

Waylon Jennings & Lee Hazlewood

By the banks of the river where the willows grow cold

Wild birds warble the strange soundin' song

By the banks of the river where the waters run cold

Well, that's where I first listened to the lies that she told.



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He lays there each night all alone and he weeps

Nothing ain't worse than a night wothout sleep

The letters she wrote him, they were written in vain

But I know that her conscience still echoes my name.



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If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were fishes

I'd lay there for hours in the cold rainy matches

If the ladies were squirrels, yeah, with a big bushy tail

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



We'd fill up our shotgun with a rock salt and nails...