Rock, salt and nails – Druhá Tráva

Interpret/autor: Druhá tráva/Bruce 

On the banks of the river where the willow hang down 

Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound 

Down in the hollow where the water runs cold 

It was there I first listened to the lies that you told 

Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face 

And the past I remember time cannot erase 

The letter you wrote me it was written in shame 

And I know that your conscience still echos my name 

Now the nights are so lonely   lord sorrow runs deep 

Nothing is worse than a night without sleep 

I walk out alone and look at the sky 

Too empty to sing too loneseome to cry 

Now if the ladies were blackbirds if the ladies were thrushes 

I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes 

If the ladies were squirrels  with them high bushy tails 

I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails 

I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails