Tyler Childers - Rock salt and nails

^GBy the banks of the r^Cadd9iver w^Ghere the willows hang down^{Cadd9 G G}And wild birds they ^Em7warbl^Cadd9e with a low moaning soun^Gd ^{Cadd9 G}Down in the ^Em7holl^Cadd9ow where the waters run col^Gd ^{Cadd9 G}It was there I first ^Flistened^C/G to the lies that you ^Gtold

^GNow I lie on my bac^Ck ^Gand I see your sweet face ^{C G} The past I ^Emremember ^Ctime can't ^Gerase And the letters you ^Emwrote me ^Cthey were written in ^Gshame ^{C G} And I know that your ^Fconscience ^C/Gstill echoes my ^Gname ^{C G}

^GNow if the ladies were blackbird^Cs ^Gand the ladies were thrushes ^{C G} I’d lie there for ^Emhours ^Cin the chilly cold ^Gmarshes ^{C G} If the ladies were ^Emsquirrels ^Cwith high bushy ^Gtails ^{C G} I’d fill up my ^Fshotgun ^C/Gwith rock salt and ^Gnails ^{C G} I’d fill up my ^Fshotgun ^C/Gwith rock salt and ^Gnails ^{C G}