Trisha Yearwood - Pistol

Well ^Dhere's what happens when you fall for a pistol No no I don't mean no gun I'm t^Aalkin' 'bout a man with bells and whistles G (F-E-D-F-E-D-B-D) The kind that keeps your heart on the run I ^Dmet that cat in a two-bit juke joint Took my money in a game of pool ^ANext thing I knew I was sittin' 'hind the eight-ball ^GPlayin' my heart G (D-F-F#-G-G-G-G-G-A-Bb-B-C) Breakin' all the rules ^CThrow your rope 'round a ^Grunaway freight train ^DYou know it's gonna drag you down the track ^CYou dust your britches off and ^Gtell yourself you're insane A (A-Bb-B-C-C#-D-D#-E-F-F#-G-G#-A)) But every time you love a man like that

You get ^Dlost ^{F F# G} You get ^Dlonely ^{F F# G} You get ^Dcalls ^{F F# G} From the ^Gpolice^{F D} Tell your ^Dmama ^{F F# G} Don't know what ^Dhappene^Fd ^{F# G} Well ^Ayou wanted trouble Now you got a fistful

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That's what happens When you fall for a pistol

^DWell you'd think by now I'd learned my lesson But I keep makin' them same mistakes ^AMust be some clue I keep missin' G (D-F-F#-G-G-G-G-G-A-Bb-B-C) How many times can a good heart break ^CI keep fallin' for ^Gall them bad boys ^DPoor or rich as dirt ^CLots of fun and ^GI ain't jokin' But ^Aevery time I think I won't get hurt

You get ^Dlost ^{F F# G} You get ^Dlonely ^{F F# G} You get ^Dcalls ^{F F# G} From the ^Gpolice^{F D} Tell your ^Dmama ^{F F# G} Don't know what ^Dhappene^Fd ^{F# G} Well ^Ayou wanted trouble Now you got a fistful

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That's what happens When you fall for a pistol

You get ^Dlost ^{F F# G} You get ^Dlonely ^{F F# G} You get ^Dcalls ^{F F# G} From the ^Gpolice^{F D} Tell your ^Dmama ^{F F# G} Don't know what ^Dhappene^Fd ^{F# G} Well ^Ayou wanted trouble Now you got a fistful

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That's what happens When you fall for a pistol