Rock Salt And Nails

On the banks of the river where the willow hang down Where 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 And the past I remember time cannot erase The letter you wrote me it was written in shame And I know that your conscience still echos my name Now the nights are so lonely lord sorrow runs deep Nothing is worse than a night without sleep I walk out alone and look at the sky Too empty to sing too loneseome to cry Now 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 squirrels with them 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 >From Buddy & Julie Miller Hightone Records 2001 Scruggs Music(BMI) Donald Lindley drums Larry Campbell fiddle Phil Madeira organ Buddy guitar/vocals/bass Julie vocals http://www.buddyandjulie.com/