Chords:
{t:Rocksalt And Nails}
{artist:Doc Watson}
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Doc Watson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYdseHSnWvU&feature=youtu.be&list=RDyYdseHSnWvU
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It is down by the [C] river, where the [F] willows hang [C] down
And the wild birds all [Am] warble [F] with a low moaning [C] sound
It is down in the [Am] hollow, [F] where the chilly winds [C] blow
It was there I first [F] listened to the [G] lies that she [C] told.
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As I lay on my [C] pillow and I can [F] see your sweet [C] face
For the memories you [Am] left me [F] time can not e[C]rase
The letter you [Am] wrote me, [F] it was written in [C] shame
And I hope that your [F] conscience still [G] echoes my [C] name
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{sos}
It is down by the [C] river, [F] where the willows hang [C] down
And the wild birds all [Am] warble [F] with a low moaning [C] sound
It is down in the [Am] hollow, [F] where the chilly winds [C] blow
It was there I first [F] listened to the [G] lies that she [C] told.
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Oh the nights are so [C] long, your [F] sorrows run [C] deep
And there's nothing [Am] worse, [F] than a night without [C] sleep
I’ll walk out a-[Am]lone [F] and look at the [C] sky
Too lonesome to [F] sing, too [G] empty to [C] cry
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If the ladies were black-[C]birds [F] and the ladies were [C] thrushes
I’d lie there for [Am] hours, [F] in the chilly cold [C] marshes
If the ladies were [Am] squirrels, [F] with a high bushy [C] tails
I’d load up my [F] shot-gun [G] with rocksalt and [C] nails
I’d load up my [F] shot-gun [G] with rocksalt and [C] nails
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