歌曲名 Rock, Salt And Nails 歌手名 Waylon Jennings

作词：Bruce Phillips

作曲：Bruce Phillips

By the banks of the river

where the willows grow cold

Wild birds warble

the strange soundin' song

By the banks of the river

where the waters run cold

Well that's

where I first listened the lies that she told

He lays there each night

all alone and he weeps

Nothing ain't worse

than a night without sleep

The letters she wrote him

they were written in vain

But I know that her conscience

still echoes my name

If the ladies were blackbirds

and the ladies were fishes

I'd lay there for hours

in the cold rainy matches

If the ladies were squirrels yeah

with a big bushy tail

I'd fill up my shotgun

with a rock salt and nails

We'd fill up our shotgun

with a rock salt and nails