Rock, salt and nails (Druhá tráva)

G C G On the banks of the river where the willow hang down Em C G Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Em C G Down in the hollow where the water runs cold F C G It was there I first listened to the lies that you told C G Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face Em C G And the past I remember time cannot erase Em C G The letter you wrote me it was written in shame F C G And I know that your conscience still echos my name G C G Now the nights are so lonely lord sorrow runs deep Em C G Nothing is worse than a night without sleep Em C G I walk out alone and look at the sky F C G Too empty to sing too loneseome to cry C G Now if the ladies were blackbirds if 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 them high bushy tails F C G I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails F C G I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails