Song parody of
Rock Salt and Nails
by Buddy & Julie Miller
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By 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 water runs cold,
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
And now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
And the past I remember, time can't erase
The letter you wrote me, it was written in shame,
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
Now the nights are so lonely, lord sorrow runs deep
But nothing is worse than these nights without sleep
I walk out alone and look at the sky,
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry
If the ladies were blackbirds and 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
By 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 water runs cold,
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
And now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
And the past I remember, time can't erase
The letter you wrote me, it was written in shame,
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
Now the nights are so lonely, lord sorrow runs deep
But nothing is worse than these nights without sleep
I walk out alone and look at the sky,
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry
If the ladies were blackbirds and 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
