Lay That Pistol Down
Pistol Packin' Mama
Lay That Pistol Down
Oh, I see you every night
Bing and I 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 the 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're a scene of terror
Sister Cleo
She's a terror, make no error
But there ain't no licey fair
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 Mame
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 happy when I was a baby?
Was I havin' fun?
Till one night it didn't seem 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
Pistol Packin' Mama
Lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama