pistol packin' mama

Lyrics

lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, pistol packing mama, lay that pistol down, oh, drinking beer in a cabaret, was i having 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 packing 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 packing 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 packing mama, lay that pistol down, we're 3 tough gals, from deep down texas way, we got no pals, they don't like the way we play, we're a rough rooting tooting shooting 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 her, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, pistol packing mama, lay that pistol down, pappy 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 packing mama, lay that pistol down, oh, singing songs in a cabaret, was i having 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 packing mama, lay that pistol down, oh, pistol packing mama, lay that pistol down