Pistol Packin' Mama

Never flirt with a gal named Tess down old Texas way.
Cuz if you do, I'm telling you, here's what you'll have to say:
"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 down."

Oh, listen to the story of a red-haired gal named Paige:
She shot a pistol in the air, hit me in the leg!

Oh lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down.
Oh pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down!

Happy made a batch of corn, the revenuers came.
The draw was slow so now they know, you can't do that to me!
Pistol packin' mama, why did you shoot that gun?
Oh, pistol packin' mama, why did you shoot that gun? (That gun)

Singing songs in a cabaret and were we having fun!
Until one night we didn't sing right, now we're on the run!
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 pistol down!