Pistol Packin' 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, 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 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.Lay that pistol down, babe.

Lay that pistol down.

Pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol downPappy made a batch of corn

The revenuers came.

The draught was slow

So now they know

You can't do that to Mame.Lay that pistol down, babe.

Lay that pistol down.

Pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol downOh, singing songs in a cabaret

Was I havin' fun!

Until one night it didn't seem 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, pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol down.

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