Pistol

Well, here's what happens when you fall for a pistol No, no, I don't mean no gun 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 around the runaway freight train You know it's gonna drag you down the track You dust your britches off, an' 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, uh huh Well, you'd think by now I'd'a learned my lesson But I keep makin' them same mistakes There must be some clue I keep missin' How many times can a good heart break? Well, 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 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 that give you a headache, now Oh, you'd better get on home Oh, I'm on my way home