They Called Her Killer

They called her killer, boy and now I know why

She looked straight through me with those baby blue eyes

Long dark hair and one foot out the door

Stole my heart and I'm a goner for sure

It's the kind of love that kills a man

She's never felt such a thing at all

But we gladly hold the knife for her

It almost makes it not her fault

I don't want to smoke, don't want to drink

Can't go to work, I can barely eat

Come on now killer, have mercy on me

Lord I'm in trouble, alright

Lord I'm in trouble, alright, alright

You wouldn't think a girl with freckles like that

Could take a grown man's heart and just cut it right out

Throw it in the backyard, forget that it's there

'til the dogs rip it open and get blood everywhere

It's the kind of love that kills a man

She's never felt such a thing at all

But we gladly hold the knife for her

It almost makes it not her fault

I don't want to smoke, don't want to drink

Can't go to work, I can barely eat

Come on now killer have mercy on me

Lord I'm in trouble alright

Lord I'm in trouble alright, oh

They called her killer, boy and now I know why

'Cause you can't stay with her if you're gonna stay alive

Get out of California back to Tennessee

And stay away from Texas long as killer's running free

It's the kind of love that kills a man

She's never felt such a thing at all

But we gladly hold the knife for her

It almost makes it not her fault

I don't want to smoke, don't want to drink

Can't go to work, I can barely eat

Come on now killer have mercy on me

Lord I'm in trouble alright

I don't want to smoke, I don't want to drink

Can't go to work, I can barely eat

Come on now killer have mercy on me

Lord I'm in trouble alright

Lord I'm in trouble alright