Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
D G D
On the banks of the river where the willows grow old
D Bm G D
Where the wild birds all warble with a strange sounding soul
D Bm G D
On the banks of the river where the water runs cold
D A G D
Twas there that I first listened to the lies that you told
D G D
Now I lay here each night, alone and I weep
D Bm G D
Nothin ain?t worse than a night without sleep
D Bm G D
The letters you wrote me were written in shame
D A G D
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
D G D
Now if the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes,
D Bm G D
I'd lay here for hours in the cold rainy marshes,
D Bm G D
If the ladies were squirrels with them big bushy tails,
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
[Thanks to alan murray for tabs]
On the banks of the river where the willows grow old
D Bm G D
Where the wild birds all warble with a strange sounding soul
D Bm G D
On the banks of the river where the water runs cold
D A G D
Twas there that I first listened to the lies that you told
D G D
Now I lay here each night, alone and I weep
D Bm G D
Nothin ain?t worse than a night without sleep
D Bm G D
The letters you wrote me were written in shame
D A G D
And I know that your conscience still echoes my name
D G D
Now if the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes,
D Bm G D
I'd lay here for hours in the cold rainy marshes,
D Bm G D
If the ladies were squirrels with them big bushy tails,
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
D A G D
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails
[Thanks to alan murray for tabs]
