Pistol Packin' Mama
Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
She kicked out my windshield, she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
And wished that I was dead
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blond
Until one night she shot out the light
Bang, That blond was gone
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
I'll see you ev'ry night, babe, I'll woo you ev'ry day
I'll be your regular daddy, if you'll put that gun away
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
Now there was old Al Dexter, he always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead, his honkin' days are done
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
She kicked out my windshield, she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
And wished that I was dead
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blond
Until one night she shot out the light
Bang, That blond was gone
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
I'll see you ev'ry night, babe, I'll woo you ev'ry day
I'll be your regular daddy, if you'll put that gun away
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
Now there was old Al Dexter, he always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead, his honkin' days are done
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
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Writer(s): Al Dexter
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