Trisha Yearwood - Pistol lyrics

Well, this is what happens when you fall for a pistol

No, no, I don't mean no gun

Talking 'bout a man with bells and whistles

The kind that keeps your heart on the run.

I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint

Took my money in a game of pool

Next thing I knew, I was sitting 'hind the eight ball

Playing my heart, breaking all the rules

Throw your rope around the runaway freight train

You know it's gonna drag you down the track

You dust your britches off, and tell yourself you're insane

But every time you love a man like that

You get lost, you get lonely

You get calls from the police

Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened"

Well, you wanted trouble?

Now you got a fistful

That's what happens when you fall for a pistol, ah ha

Well, you'd think by now I'd a-learned my lesson

But I keep making them same mistakes

There must be some clue I keep missing

How many times can a good heart break?

Well, I keep falling for all them bad boys

Poor or rich as dirt

Lots of fun and I ain't joking

But every time I think I won't get hurt

I get lost, I get lonely

I get calls from the police

Tell my Mama: "Don't know what happened"

Well, I wanted trouble, now I got a fistful

That's what happens when you fall for a pistol

Well, you get lost, you get lonely

You get calls from the police

Tell your Mama: "Don't know what happened"

Well you wanted trouble, now you got a fistful

Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol

Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol, girl

Sort of men'd give you a headache, now

Oh, you'd better get on home