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 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] 
Throw your rope around [bad word] 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.
 [bad word] 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.
 [bad word] 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.

[To fade]