The Pistol 歌词

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