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 And now I'm on the run. Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin mama Lay that pistol down. 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. 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. 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 And 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.