Pistol Packin Mama Lyrics

Pistol Packin Mama

PISTOL PACKIN’ MAMA
Al Dexter
Written by Al Dexter

#1 week of
October 30, 1943

Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having
fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I’m on the
run.

Lay that pistol down, babe,
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol
packin’ mama,
Lay that pistol down.

She kicked out my
windshield;
She hit me over the head.
She cussed and cried and said I
lied
And wished that I was dead.

Lay that pistol down, babe,
Lay
that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama,
Lay that pistol
down.

Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancing with a blonde.
Until one
night she shot out the light -
BANG! That blonde was gone.

Lay that
pistol down, babe,
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama,
Lay
that pistol down.

I’ll see you every night, babe,
I’ll woo you
every day.
I’ll be your reg’lar daddy
If you put that gun
away.

Lay that pistol down, babe,
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol
packin’ mama,
Lay that pistol down.

Drinking beer in a cabaret and
was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I’m on the
run.

Lay that pistol down, babe,
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol
packin’ mama,
Lay that pistol down.

Now there was old Al
Dexter
He always had his fun
But with some lead she shot him dead
His
honkin’ days are done.

Lay that pistol down, babe,
Lay that pistol
down.
Pistol packin’ mama,
Lay that pistol down.

Transcribed by:
Samantha Stevens
sammi_s_1998
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