Waylon Jennings — Rock Salt And Nails

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[Intro]
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[Verse]
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By the banks of the river where the willows grow cold
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Wild birds warble the strange sounding song
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By the banks of the river where the waters run cold
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Was there I first listened to the lies that she told


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[Verse 2]
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He lays there each night all alone and he weeps
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Nothing ain't worse than a night without sleep
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The letters she wrote him they were written in vain
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But I know that her conscience still echoes my name


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[Verse 3]
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If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
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I'd lay there for hours in the cold rainy marshes
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If the ladies were squirrels (yeah) with a big bushy tail
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I'd fill up my shotgun with-a rock salt and nails


[Outro]
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We'd fill up our shotguns with-a rock salt and nails