| G | C | G | |
| On the banks of the river | where the willow hang d | own |
| Em | C | G | |
| Where the wild birds all | warble w | ith a low moaning | sound |
| Em | C | G | |
| Down in the | hollow | where the water runs | cold |
| F | C | G | |
| It was there I first | listened | to the lies that you | told |
| C | G | |
| Now I lie on my bed | and I see your sweet | face |
| Em | C | G | |
| And the past I | remember | time cannot | erase |
| Em | C | G | |
| The letter you | wrote me | it was written in | shame |
| F | C | G | |
| And I know that your | conscience | still echos my | name |
| G | C | G | |
| Now the nights are so lonely | lord sorrow runs | deep |
| Em | C | G | |
| Nothing is | worse than | a night without | sleep |
| Em | C | G | |
| I walk out | alone | and look at the | sky |
| F | C | G | |
| Too empty to | sing | too loneseome to | cry |
| C | G | |
| Now if the ladies were blackbirds | if the ladies were t | hrushes |
| Em | C | G | |
| I'd lie there for | hours | in the chilly cold | marshes |
| Em | C | G | |
| If the ladies were s | quirrels | with them high bushy | tails |
| F | C | G | |
| I'd fill up my s | hotgun w | ith rock salt and | nails |
| F | C | G | |
| I'd fill up my s | hotgun w | ith rock salt and | nails |
| >From Buddy & Julie Miller |
| Hightone Records 2001 |
| Scruggs Music(BMI) |
| Donald Lindley drums |
| Larry Campbell fiddle |
| Phil Madeira organ |
| Buddy guitar/vocals/bass |
| Julie vocals |
| http://www.buddyandjulie.com/ |