Pistol Packing Mama

Lay that pistol down, babe
   Lay that pistol down
   Pistol packin' mama
   Lay that pistol down

Oh, drinkin' beer in a cabaret
Was I havin' fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run

   Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
   Lay that pistol down
   Pistol packin' mama
   Lay that pistol down

Oh, I see you every night, Bing
And I'll woo you every day
I'll be your regular mama
And I'll put that gun away

   Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
   Lay that pistol down
   Pistol packin' mama
   Lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody

Oh, she kicked out my windshield
And she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
And she wished that I was dead

   Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
   Lay that pistol down
   Pistol packin' mama
   Lay that pistol down

We're three tough gals
From deep down Texas way
We got no pals
They don't like the way we play
We're a rough rootin' tootin' shootin' trio
But you oughta see my sister Cleo
She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no lassie fairer
Here's what we tell 'er

   Lay that pistol down, babe
   Lay that pistol down
   Pistol packin' mama
   Lay that pistol down

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Pappy made a batch o' corn
The revenuers came
Their draw was slow so now they know
You can't do that to Mame

   Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
   Lay that pistol down
   Pistol packin' mama
   Lay that pistol down

Oh, singin' songs in the cabaret
Was I havin' fun
Until one night, I didn't sing right
Now I'm on the run

   Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
   Lay that   pistol down
   Pistol packin' mama
   Lay that pistol down
   Oh, pistol packin' mama
   Lay that pistol down