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