Pistol Packin' Mama

Pistol Packin' Mama - The Andrews 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 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 Beforeit 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 3 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 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