Tom: F
Introdução: F C F
F Dm
By the banks of the river where the willows grow cold
Bb F
Wild birds warble the strange sounding song
Bb F
By the banks of the river where the waters run cold
Bb F
Was there I first listened to the lies that she told
Riff
F Dm
He lays there each night all alone and he weeps
Bb F
Nothing ain't worse than a night without sleep
Bb F
The letters she wrote him they were written in vain
Bb F
But I know that her conscience still echoes my name
Riff
F Dm
If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
Bb F
I'd lay there for hours in the cold rainy marshes
Bb F
If the ladies were squirrels (yeah) with a big bushy tail
Bb F
I'd fill up my shotgun with-a rock salt and nails
Bb F
We'd fill up our shotguns with-a rock salt and nails