Interpret:

Waylon Jennings

Album:

Singer Of Sad Songs

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...