IntroGCVerseGCGCG
By the banks of the river where the willows hang down
GEmCGC
And wild birds they warble with a low moaning sound
GEmCGC
Down in the hollow where the waters run cold
GFCG
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
VerseGCGCG
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
FCGCG
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
VerseGCGCG
Now if the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
EmCGCG
I’d lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
EmCGCG
If the ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
FCGCG
I’d fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails
FCGCG
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.