Lyrics:

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

Well, that's what happens when you fall for a pistol, girl