The Andrews Sisters – Pistol Packin Mama Lyrics

Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now Im on the run
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, Ill sing you every night Bing
And Ill woo you every day
Ill be your regular mama
And Ill put that gun away
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing 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 packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Were three tough gals
From deep down Texas way
We got no pals
They dont like the way we play
Were a rough rooting tooting shooting trio
But you ought to see my sister Cleo
Shes a terror make no error
But there aint no lassie fairer
Heres what we tell her
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Pappy made a batch of corn
The revenuers came
The drought was slow
So now they know
You cant do that to Mame
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one night it didnt seem right
And now Im on the run
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down