Rock, Salt And Nails Chords by Waylon Jennings
Tempo:
62.45 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F]
By the banks of the river, where [Dm] the willows grow cold,
[Bb] While birds warble, a [F] strange sounding song,
By the [Bb] banks of the river, where the [F] waters run cold,
Was [Bb] there I first listened to the [F] lies that she told?
He lays there each night, all [Dm] alone he weeps,
Nothing [Bb] ain't worse than a [F] night's foul sleep,
The [Bb] letters she wrote him, it were written [F] in vain,
But I know [Bb] that her conscience still echoes [F] my name.
If the ladies were black birds, and the [Dm] ladies were thrushes,
I'd lay [Bb] there for hours, in the cold [F] rainy marshes,
If the ladies [Bb] were squirrels, with the big [F] bushy tails,
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock [F] salt and nails,
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock salt [F] and nails.
By the banks of the river, where [Dm] the willows grow cold,
[Bb] While birds warble, a [F] strange sounding song,
By the [Bb] banks of the river, where the [F] waters run cold,
Was [Bb] there I first listened to the [F] lies that she told?
He lays there each night, all [Dm] alone he weeps,
Nothing [Bb] ain't worse than a [F] night's foul sleep,
The [Bb] letters she wrote him, it were written [F] in vain,
But I know [Bb] that her conscience still echoes [F] my name.
If the ladies were black birds, and the [Dm] ladies were thrushes,
I'd lay [Bb] there for hours, in the cold [F] rainy marshes,
If the ladies [Bb] were squirrels, with the big [F] bushy tails,
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock [F] salt and nails,
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock salt [F] and nails.
Key:
F
Bb
Dm
F
Bb
Dm
F
Bb
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
By the banks of the river, where [Dm] the willows grow cold, _
[Bb] While birds warble, a [F] strange sounding song,
By the [Bb] banks of the river, where the [F] waters run cold,
Was [Bb] there I first listened to the [F] lies that she told? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
He lays there each night, all [Dm] alone he weeps,
Nothing [Bb] ain't worse than a [F] night's foul sleep,
The [Bb] letters she wrote him, it were written [F] in vain, _
But I know [Bb] that her conscience still echoes [F] my name. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
If the ladies were black birds, and the [Dm] ladies were thrushes,
I'd lay [Bb] there for hours, in the cold [F] rainy marshes,
If the ladies [Bb] were squirrels, with the big [F] bushy tails, _
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock [F] salt and nails, _
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock salt [F] and nails. _ _
By the banks of the river, where [Dm] the willows grow cold, _
[Bb] While birds warble, a [F] strange sounding song,
By the [Bb] banks of the river, where the [F] waters run cold,
Was [Bb] there I first listened to the [F] lies that she told? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
He lays there each night, all [Dm] alone he weeps,
Nothing [Bb] ain't worse than a [F] night's foul sleep,
The [Bb] letters she wrote him, it were written [F] in vain, _
But I know [Bb] that her conscience still echoes [F] my name. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
If the ladies were black birds, and the [Dm] ladies were thrushes,
I'd lay [Bb] there for hours, in the cold [F] rainy marshes,
If the ladies [Bb] were squirrels, with the big [F] bushy tails, _
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock [F] salt and nails, _
I'd fill up [Bb] my shotgun, with the rock salt [F] and nails. _ _
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