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By the banks of the river where the willows hang down
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And wild birds they warble with a low moaning sound
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Down in the hollow where the waters run cold
GFC/GG
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
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Now I lie on my back and I see your sweet face
EmCG
The past I remember time can't erase
EmCGCG
And the letters you wrote me they were written in shame
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And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
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Now if the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
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I’d lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
EmCGCG
If the ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
FC/GGCG
I’d fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails
FC/GGCG
I’d fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.