Cold Hearted (Acoustic)

I’m a bold face killer through the sound of country speakers

Make my livin’ singin’ the blues

Met a girl from Mississippi had her hair just like a hippie

Smokin’ on a Marlboro smooth

She grew up in the streets in the Mississippi heat

Where she learned her ramblin’ ways

How to steal, how to fight, how to cuss and how to bite

That’s how she spent most of her days

She’s a cold, cold, cold, cold hearted bitch

Well she swore she would love me said I’d be her only

She told me she would be true

But she found another honey and ran off with my money.

I’m broke down beaten and bruised.

She left the other night didnt fuss or start a fight

In the morning she was nowhere around.

I founded it in a note couldn’t believe what she wrote

She said that she was Jackson bound

She’s a cold, cold, cold, cold hearted bitch

Now I’m sittin here lonley with spell she put on me

I don’t know what else to do

Grabbed my keys grabbed my gun now I’m on the run

I’m headed down to Jackson too

I found them in a bar called the Mississippi Star

There set him and her

While she sippin’ on her Jack I pressed my gun into her back

I said those 3 little words

You c cold cold cold, cold hearted bitch

Well its time to give up from being on the run

Headed for the ‘bama line

Oh life was so perfect

But now it’s not worth it

Broken hearted all the time

As I heard the sirens near I knew it was clear

Just what I had to do

So I raised up my gun; prepared to be done

With the shit she put me through

You cold, cold, cold, cold hearted bitch

You cold, cold, cold, cold hearted bitch