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  13 <h1 class="songtitle">Rock Salt and Nails</h1>
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  16 <p>Words and music Bruce (&ldquo;U. Utah&rdquo;) Phillips (thanks to Jonmark Pierce
  17 for notifying me)<br />
  18 Played by Bob Dylan during <a class="recordlink" href="index.htm">The Basement Tapes</a> sessions, summer
  19 1967<br />
  20 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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  25 G
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  27                     G    C/g G                              C/g G
  28 On the banks of the river       where the willows hang down
  29                        Em                        G      C/g G
  30 And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
  31             Em                          G        C/g G
  32 Down in the hollow where the water runs cold
  33                      C                    /b   /a  G     C/g G
  34 It was there I first listened to the lies that you told
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  36 Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
  37 The past I remember time cannot erase
  38 The letter you wrote me it was written in shame
  39 And I know that your conscience still echoe's my name
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  41 Now the nights are so long, ah, sorrow runs deep
  42 Nothing is worse than a night without sleep
  43 I'll walk out alone and look at the sky
  44 Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry
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  46 Now, if the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies wore thrushes
  47 I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
  48 If the ladies were squirrel's with them high bushy tails
  49 I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails
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