Pistol Packin’ Mama By Al Dexter

Pistol Packin’ Mama

By Al Dexter

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                       

Lay that pistol down

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Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret

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And was I having fun

Until one night she caught me right

                             

now I’m on the run

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                       

Lay that pistol down

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She kicked out my windshield - she hit

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me over the head   

She cussed and cried and said I'd lied

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and wished that I was dead.

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                      

Lay that pistol down

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Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin'

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with a blond

Until one night she shot out the light - Bang!   

                        

that blond was gone.

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                       

Lay that pistol down

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I'll see you ev'ry night, babe - I'll woo

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you ev'ry day

I'll be your regular daddy - if you'll put

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that gun away.

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                       

Lay that pistol down

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Now I went home this morning - the

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clock was tickin' four

Gun in her hand, says "You're my man,

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but I don't need you no more."

                            

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                       

Lay that pistol down

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Now there was old Al Dexter - he always

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had his fun

But with some lead, she shot him dead -

                                

his honkin' days are done.

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                       

Lay that pistol down

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Lay that pistol down, babe

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Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin’ mama

                       

Lay that pistol down