Rock Salt and Nails (Live)

By the banks of the river, where the willows hang down

And the wild birds they warble with a low moaning sound

Way down in the hollow where the river runs cold

It was there I first listened to the lies that you told

Now I lie on my back and I see your sweet face

And the past I remember, time can't erase

And the letters you wrote me, they were written in shame

And I know that your conscience still echoes my name

Now if the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes

Well, I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes

And if the woman were squirrels with them high bushy tails

Well, I'd load up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

I'd load up my shotgun