Where the willows hang down
The wild birds they warble
With a low moanin' sound
Way down in the hollow
Where the river runs cold
It was there I first listened
To the lies that you told
Now I lie on my back
And I see your sweet face
The past I remember
Time can't erase
And the letters you wrote me
They were written in shame
And I know that your conscience
Still echoes my name
Now if the ladies were blackbirds
If the ladies were thrushes
Well I'd lie there for hours
In the chilly cold marshes
And if the women were squirrels
With them high bushy tails
Well I'd load up my shotgun
With rock salt and nails
I'd load up my shotgun
With rock salt and nails
By the banks of the river Where the willows hang down The wild birds they warble With a low moanin' sound Way down in the hollow Where the river runs cold It was there I first listened To the lies that you told Now I lie on my back And I see your sweet face The past I remember Time can't erase And the letters you wrote me They were written in shame And I know that your conscience Still echoes my name Now if the ladies were blackbirds If the ladies were thrushes Well I'd lie there for hours In the chilly cold marshes And if the women were squirrels With them high bushy tails Well I'd load up my shotgun With rock salt and nails I'd load up my shotgun With rock salt and nails Explain Request ×
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