Love and A .45

Badge number 301, sits in his car and stares at his gun

He wipes the blood from his shirt, the seat from his brow

He got out this time but he don't know how

Well, he'd go on home but nobody's there

No one to hold, no one to care

There was a time he had someone

But one day he came home, she was gone

Love and a .45 are all you need to get through the night

One'll kill you, one'll keep you alive

Love and a .45

Parole number fourteen two, stands on the corner like she used to do

She's been away awhile so she's a little afraid

And the judge said he didn't want to see her again

But she's got no money, she's got no rent

The money she had is already spent

'Cause a couple of weeks ago she learned her lesson

Went a bought herself a little Smith and Wesson

Love and a .45 are all you need to get through the night

One'll kill you, one'll keep you alive

Love and a .45

At 3:15, he got a call, somebody heard a scream behind a wall

At a little motel down by the bay

But before he got there, they got away

Well, she was alright, just a little roughed up

She he took her down to the coffeeshop

The report he filed said, "Victim unknown"

Now she waits up nights for him to come home

Love and a .45 are all you need to get through the night

One'll kill you, one'll keep you alive

Love and a .45

Love and a .45 are all you need to get through the night

One'll kill you, one'll keep you alive

Love and a .45