Utah Phillips song
[Intro]
G   Cadd9
[Strophe]
G                            Cadd9 G           Cadd9    G        Cadd9 G 
  By the banks of the river,         where the willows hang down 
    G/F#            Em7     Cadd9                      G    Cadd9 G 
And wild birds they warble,       with a low moaning sound 
    G/F#        Em7     Cadd9                      G    Cadd9 G 
Way down in the hollow,       where the river runs cold 
       G/F#          F         C/G                    G      C/G 
It was there I first listened,     to the lies that you told
[Strophe]
G                       C/G G        C/G       G        C/G G 
  Now I lie on my back,       and I see your sweet face 
    G/F#     Em      C             G    C/G G 
The past I remember,   time can’t erase 
        G/F#        Em       C                       G    C/G G 
And the letters you wrote me,  they were written in shame 
                     F           C/G               G      C/G 
And I know that your conscience,     still echoes my name
[Instrumentale]
G    F  C/G  G  C/G
[Strophe]
G             C/G        G           C/G G         C/G    G            C/G G 
  Now if the ladies were blackbirds,       if the ladies were thrushes 
    G/F#          Em    C                  G         C/G G 
I’d lie there for hours,  in the chilly cold marshes 
           G/F#       Em         C                       G    C/G G 
And if the women were squirrels,   with them high bushy tails 
               F        C/G                     G    C/G G 
I’d fill up my shotgun,     with rock salt and nails 
               F        F  C/G    G  C/G  G 
I’d fill up my shotgun