The Andrews Sisters - 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, I see 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 la**ie fairer Here's what we tell 'er Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down ------ instrumental break ------ Pappy made a batch o' corn The revenuers came Their 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 the cabaret Was I havin' fun Until