Love Is A Loaded Pistol

Billie crept softly into my waking arms

Warm like a sip of sour mash

Strange fruit for a sweet hunk of trash

Panic at the stage door of Carnegie Hall

Famous jazz singer gone AWOL

Still left the building, body and soul

On a creaky piano stool tonight

As the moon is my only witness

She was breathing in my ear, "This time it's love"

But love is a loaded pistol

And by daybreak she's gone

Over the frozen river home

Me and Johnnie Walker

See in the new age alone

Stormy weather across the moon tonight

Billie, time is a wily trickster

Still an echo in my heart says, "This time it's love"