Lyrics:

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
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, 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
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, 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
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
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