Tom: C
Introdução: C F C
C F C
On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
Am F C
And wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
Am F C
Way down in the hollow where the water runs cold
F C
That's where I first listened to the lies that you told
C F C
Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
Am F C
The past I remember time cannot erase
Am F C
The letter you wrote me it was written in shame
F C
And I know that your conscience still echo's my name
C F C
Now the nights are so long, and sorrow runs deep
Am F C
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
Am F C
I'll walk out alone, I look at the sky
F C
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry
C F C
So if you ladies were blackbirds, if you ladies were thrushes
Am F C
I'd lie there for hours in the cold chilly marshes
Am F C
If you ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails
F C
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails