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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 break.
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 break.
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.