Pittston Pistol

Music: Kaleigh Rose Baker Monday; I gave you my halo You left with the quickness Never to return Tuesday; I left with my pistol I met you on Sixth Street With the lust in my eyes Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, HEY! Iʼm running from the law Heʼll bring me to justice for the wrong that Iʼve done I shot shot shot, I shot you down Your body it fell to the ground Opa! Opa! Opa! The Sheriff canʼt catch me Iʼm slick as an end game with a love of escape Saturday morning in Kingston They found me in the moonshine Alive and with the sickness, my gun in my hand They shot shot shot, they shot me down my body it fell to the ground I lifted my pistol and said “I should have had tequila instead” Nobody told you that love could hurt like this Nobody told you I could hurt you