Pistol Packin Mama Andrews Sisters - song lyrics 
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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 lassie fairer Here's what we tell 'er
 Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down 
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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