The Pistol Songtext
von DeWolff

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