Pink Pocket Pistol

[Verso 1]
 
  Em                                     Am 
A tall, dark man with callused hands and eyes full of sin 
  B7                                 Em 
A temper like a barnyard gate with a sly, sinister grin 
   Em                                   Am 
If ignoring all the warning signs was a game, you know I'd win 
   B7                                       Em 
He loved me and I loved him, but that ain't how the story ends 
 


[Refrão]
 
Em 
Bang, my gun is smoking like his cigarette 
Am 
Bang, his blood is soaking through his parliaments 
B7 
Bang, I'm watching his blue eyes flood with regret 

As he's staring down the barrel of my pink pocket pistol 
 

Interlude 
Em        Am        Bm        Em 



[Verso 2]
 
Em                                 Am 
Whiskey breath, a perfumed neck, a scent that sure ain't mine 
  B7                                         Em 
I asked him where he'd been, saw fire in his yes 
   Em                                     Am 
He started swinging right and lft, I was sure that I would die 
      B7                              B7 
As he drew back his fist, I drew that pistol of mine 
 


[Refrão]
 
Em 
Bang, he's writhing, crying like a little baby 
Am 
Bang, I never knew that I could get this crazy 
B7 
Bang, that's what you get for beating up a lady 

Staring down the barrel of my pink pocket pistol 
 

Interlude 
Em        Am        B7        Em     x2 



[Verso 3]
 
Em                                    Am 
Handcuffed at the station and they're reading me my rights 
              B7                              B7              Em 
While they're booking me, they're asking what happened here tonight 
       Em                                Am 
Coulda told 'em how you beat me, how you cheated and you lied 
      B7                          Em 
But I held on to my silence and a sliver of my pride 
     Em                                     Am 
They let me go 'cause they all know that man was something evil 
    B7                                       Em 
God bless the man who died by the hand of my pink pocket pistol