Trisha Yearwood Lyrics

Trisha Yearwood Lyrics

"Pistol Lyrics"

Just A Memory Lyrics
Layin' about, lyin' in bed Maybe it was something that I thought I'd said With the tempo of today and the temptation of tomorrow I don't know if I could give you anything but sorrow They stay alive this late on Radio

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
Mayhem Lyrics
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x) [E-40] Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets<
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.

Instrumental break.

Well, you'd think by now I'd a-learned my lesson.
But I keep mak
Golden Boy Lyrics
Golden boy Take your place Among the stars Light your fire Cast your glow Near and far Mother's eyes Warm you when you sleep There's a tree By a brook In the glade n' 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
No Ill Intent Lyrics
I now begin my final descent, eternal voyage into the void In form of spirit I've been set free, no start or finish just eternal breath False truths, true lies are here revealed, no coin or mortal here to lie A
fall for a pistol.

Instrumental 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.


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