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Pistol

F Bb
You looked me in the eye when I turned around
A G
I saw it so sure I threw my whiskey on the ground
F Bb
And its cold one headed my way
Its just another lie that's being told
Its just another hit for leaving my old home
And I'm taking it to my grave

Bb F
Where you're from, don't mean much
C F
When you're staring through the barrel of fate
C F Bb F
It's a line you'll come to hate, don't worry about that
I'm broken but I'm not dead
Got this gun pointed to my head
I'll just drink it down instead
And pass out cold

I'm slamming this door and I'm walking
And I'm taking this car to the county line
And its a cold one headed my way
It's just another lie that's being told
It's just another hit for leaving my old home
And I'm taking it to my grave