Pistol Packin' Mama

Lay that pistol down, babe

Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol downOh, drinkin' beer in a cabaret

Was I havin' fun

Until one night she caught me right

And now I'm on the runOh, lay that pistol down, babe

Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol downOh, I'll sing you every night Bing

And I'll woo you every day

I'll be your regular mama

And I'll put that gun awayOh, 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 deadOh, lay that pistol down, babe

Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol downWe're three tough gals

From deep down Texas way

We got no pals

They don't like the way we playWe're a rough rootin' tootin' shootin' trio

But you ought to see my sister Cleo

She's a terror make no error

But there ain't no nicer terror

Here's what we tell herLay that pistol down, babe

Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol downPappy made a batch of corn

The Revenuers came

The draugh was slow

So now they know

You can't do that to MameOh, 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 runOh, lay that pistol down, babe

Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol downOh, pistol packin' mama

Lay that pistol down