D G D
On the banks of the river where the willows grow old
D Bm G D
Where the wild birds all warble with a strange sounding soul
D Bm G D
On the banks of the river where the water runs cold
D A G D
‘Twas there that I first listened to the lies that you told
D G D
Now I lay here each night, alone and I weep
D Bm G D
Nothin ain’t worse than a night without sleep
D Bm G D
The letters you wrote me were written in shame
D A G D
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
D G D
Now if the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes,
D Bm G D
I’d lay here for hours in the cold rainy marshes,
D Bm G D
If the ladies were squirrels with them big bushy tails,
D A G D
I’d fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
D A G D
I’d fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
[Thanks to alan murray for tabs]