Pistol

Well here's what happens when you fall for a pistol

No no I don't mean no gun

I'm talkin' '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 sittin' 'hind the eight-ball

Playin' my heart

Breakin' all the rules

Throw your rope 'round a 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

Well you'd think by now I'd learned my lesson

But I keep makin' them same mistakes

Must be some clue I keep missin'

How many times can a good heart break

I keep fallin' for all them bad boys

Poor or rich as dirt

Lots of fun and I ain't jokin'

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

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