Pistol Packin' Mama (Single Version)歌词

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 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
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