Lyrics The Pistol - DeWolff

The Pistol

I call out to the river
To please help me recover my mind
I call out to the river
To please help me get back this girl of mine
I call out to my brother
He said what can I do
I call out to my sweet darling
She called out with a frown
She said you ain’t even worth
The pistol i bought to shoot you down
And knocking on a …
Dear Lord I dare not to look outside
Remind me a stranger
Such at … for sheltering the night
Cold cold feeling
Oh oh .'cause .at the door
But baby .to kill me