Rock Salt And Nails (Bob Dylan)

		
[C#] [C#] [F#] [C#]  
 
On the banks of the [C#] river, where the willows hang [C#] down,  
Where the wild birds all [A#m] warble with a low moaning [C#] sound,  
Down in the [A#m] hollow where the water runs [C#] cold,  
It's there I have [F#] listened to the lies that you [C#] told.  
 
Now I lie on my [C#] bed and I see your sweet [C#] face.  
The past I re[A#m]member, time cannot e[C#]rase.  
The letters you [A#m] wrote me were written in [C#] shame,  
And I know that your [F#] conscience still echos my [C#] pain.  
 
Now the nights are so [C#] long, my sorrow runs [C#] deep.  
Nothing is [A#m] worse than a night without [C#] sleep.  
I walk out a[A#m]lone, I look at the [C#] sky,  
Too empty to [F#] sing, too lonesome to [C#] cry.  
 
Now if the ladies were [C#] blackbirds and the ladies were [C#] thrushes,  
I'd lie there for [A#m] hours in the chilly cold [C#m] marshes.  
If the ladies were [A#m] squirrels with them high bushy [C#] tails,  
I'd fill up my [F#] shotgun with rock salt and [C#] nails.  
 
Solo on Verse  
  	

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