Pistol Packin' Mama Lyrics

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, 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′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 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 her

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

Pappy made a batch of corn, the revenuers came
The draw was slow so now they know you can′t do that to maim

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

Oh, singin' songs in a cabaret, was I havin′ fun
′Til 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