The Pistol
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The Pistol
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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
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