Rock Salt And Nails - Bob Neuwirth

By the river

Where the willows hang down

And wild birds warble with a low mouring for song

Down in the hollow

Where the water runs cold

There I first listened

To the lies that she told

Now I lie on my bed

And I see her sweet face

The past I remember

Time can't erase

The letter she wrote

Was written in shame

And I know that her conscience

Still echoes my name

And the night's so alone

And sorrow runs deep

And nothing is worth

And night without sleep

I woke up alone

And I look at sky

Too lonely to sing

Too empty to cry

If ladies were blackbirds

And ladies were thrushes

I'd lie there for hours

In them chilly cold marshes

If ladies were squirrels

With high bushy tails

I'd fill up my shotgun

With rock salt and nails