The Pistol - 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