Rock Salt and Nails Songtext
von Tex Perkins and the Band of Gold

By the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble
With a low moaning sound
By the banks of the river
Where the water runs cold
It′s there I first listened
To the lies you told


Now I lay here without you
All alone and I weep
And there ain't nothing worse
Than weak without sleep
The letters you wrote me
Were written in shame
Cause I know your conscience

Still calls my name

If the ladies were blackbirds
And the ladies were thrushes
I′d lay for hours
In the cold rainy marshes
If the ladies were squirrels
With big bushy tails
I'd fill up my shotgun
With rock salt and nails
I'd fill up my shotgun
With rock salt and nails