Pistol Packin' Mama (feat. Vic Schoen and His Orchestra)

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, 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

Till 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