Rock Salt And Nails

Rock Salt And Nails - Buddy Miller

On the banks of the river

Where the willow hangs down

On the wild washing waters

With that low morning sound

Down in the hollow

Where the water runs cold

There I first listened

To the lies that you told

Now I lie on my bed

And I see your sweet face

The past I remember

Time can't erase

The letter you wrote me

Was written in shame

And I know that your conscience

Still echoes my name

Now the nights are so alone

And my sorrow runs deep

Nothing is worse than a night without sleep

I woke up alone

I look at my sky

Too empty to sing

Too lonely to cry

If you ladies were blackbirds

And you ladies were thrushes

I'd lie there for hours

In the chilly cold marshes

If 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