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Intro: F C F Verse 1: F Dm By the banks of the river where the willows grow cold Bb F Wild birds warble the strange sounding song Bb F By the banks of the river where the waters run cold Bb F Was there I first listened to the lies that she told Riff F C F Verse 2: F Dm He lays there each night all alone and he weeps Bb F Nothing ain't worse than a night without sleep Bb F The letters she wrote him they were written in vain Bb F But I know that her conscience still echoes my name Riff F C F Verse 3: F Dm If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes Bb F I'd lay there for hours in the cold rainy marshes Bb F If the ladies were squirrels (yeah) with a big bushy tail Bb F I'd fill up my shotgun with-a rock salt and nails Outro: Bb F We'd fill up our shotguns with-a rock salt and nails
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