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From: "Krall, Stephen E" <SK131281@exchange.DAYTONOH.NCR.com>
Subject: Rock, Salt, & Nails - Joe Ely
Date: Tue, 27 Apr 1999 08:39:33 -0400

Rock, Salt, & Nails
written by Bruce "Utah" Phillips
as performed by Joe Ely live
transcribed by Steve Krall (steve.krall@daytonoh.ncr.com)

Intro:  F

F
On the banks of the river, 
          Bb           F
where the willows hang down 
F            Am   C    Dm
And the wild birds all warble
       Dm          F 
with a low moaning sound 
F    Am C   Dm
Down in the hollow, 
Dm                   F
Where the waters run cold,
       Bb
It was there I first listened 
                     F
To the lies that you told 

Now I lay on my bed
And I see your sweet face.
The past I remeber,
Time cannot erase.
The letter you wrote me, 
It was written in shame.
And I know that your conscience
Still echoes my name. 

<break>

The nights are so long, 
And sorrow runs deep.
And nothing is worse
Than a night with out sleep.
I'll walk out alone 
And look at the sky.
Too empty to sing, 
Too lonesome to cry. 

If the ladies were blackbirds 
And the ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours
In the chilly, cold marshes.
If the ladies were squirrels 
With a high bushy tail 
I'd fill up my shotgun 
With rock salt and nails.