ฟังเพลงPistol (Album Version)

Pistol - Trisha Yearwood

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.

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＇d give you a headache, now.

Oh, you＇d better get on home...