Trisha Yearwood

Trisha Yearwood - Pistol songtekst

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Well, this is what happens when you fall for a pistol
No, no, I don't mean no gun
Talking '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 sitting 'hind the eight ball
Playing my heart, breaking 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, 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, ah ha

Well, you'd think by now I'd a-learned my lesson
But I keep making them same mistakes
There must be some clue I keep missing
How many times can a good heart break?
Well, I keep falling for all them bad boys
Poor or rich as dirt
Lots of fun and I ain't joking
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
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Al Anderson (2), Leslie Satcher

Componist: Al Anderson, Leslie Satcher

Publisher: MCA Nashville

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2005

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Jasper County (2011)

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