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