Artist/Band:
Trisha Yearwood
Lyrics for Song: Pistol
Lyrics for Album: Jasper County (rereleased) [2006]
(Al Anderson - Leslie Satcher)
Well, this is 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, ah ha.
--- Instrumental ---
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.
--- Instrumental ---
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...
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