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Pistol Packin' Mama

Track byBing Crosby

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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 I'm on the run Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing 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 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 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 rooting tooting shooting 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 packing mama Lay that pistol down Pappy made a batch of corn The revenuers came The drought was slow So now they know You can't do that to Mame 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 didn't seem right And now I'm 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

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