JOHN CAMPBELL


Firin' Line Lyrics

Drove into town
In a Cadillac
1300 miles
Watching my back
I saw two rabid dogs
Fighting in the street
They’s as mean as the woman
I came to meet

My body’s aching
My mind ain’t right
I know she’s out there
In the night
And she’s waiting on me

She’s a Pistol with a trigger happy mind
And I’m her target
On the Firin’ Line
The Firin’ Line

I talked to a priest
With a chiseled tooth
He told me, Boy
You best be bullet proof
She’s a daughter of the coyote clan
And the rumor has it
You’re a dead meat man
If you had sense
You’d turn and run

Well, she’s on fire
And she’s got a gun
She’s got a gun

She’s a Pistol with a trigger happy mind
And I’m her target
On the Firin’ Line
The Firin’ Line

Well, I followed her tracks
To the river’s edge
Back to the spot
Where we made our bed
A Silver moon
A glint of steel
Her sweet payback
For my dirty deal

Lightnin swift
Black night air
Night of the huntress
And I’m trapped in her lair
In in her lair

She’s a Pistol with a trigger happy mind
v And I’m her target
On the Firin’ Line
The Firin’ Line

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