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Rock Salt And Nails

Tom: G

Introdução:  G   F   C   G  

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                                                   C                                             G 
On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
                                               Em         C                                     G 
And the wild birds all warble with a low mourning sound
                         Em       C                                         G 
Down in the hollow where the water runs cold
                                           C                                                         G 
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
verse 2
                                       C                                         G 
Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
                       Em             C                       G 
The past I remember time cannot erase
                           Em           C                                   G 
A letter you wrote me it was written in shame
                                           C                                                   G         F   C   G 
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
verse 3
                                                       C                                 G 
Now the nights are so long, lord sorrow runs deep
                               Em                     C                         G 
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
                       Em     C                               G 
I walk out alone and look at the sky
                           C                                       G       F   C   G 
Too empty to say, too lonesome to cry
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                                                           C                                       G 
If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
                                     Em     C                                     G 
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
                                       Em             C                                   G 
If the ladies were squirrels with a high bushy tail
                               C                                                       G           C   G 
I'd fill up my shotgun with a rock salt and nails