Pistol Packin' Mama

Pistol Packin' Mama - The Foursome/John Scott Trotter's Frying Pan Five/The Andrew Sisters

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 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 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 packin' mama

Lay that pistol down

Pappy made a batch of corn

The Revenuers came

The draugh 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 singing songs in a cabaret

Was I havin' fun

Until 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