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Pistol Packin’ Mama Lyrics
Drinkin' beer in a cabaret and was I havin' 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'd lied and wished that I was dead
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Drinkin' beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blonde
Late at night, she shot out the light, and 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 regular daddy if you'll put that gun away
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
I went home this morning, the clock was ticking four
Gun in her hand, said "you're my man, lonely you no more"
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'd lied and wished that I was dead
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Drinkin' beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blonde
Late at night, she shot out the light, and 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 regular daddy if you'll put that gun away
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
I went home this morning, the clock was ticking four
Gun in her hand, said "you're my man, lonely you no more"
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Now there was old John Prine, he always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead, his honking days were done
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Now there was old John Prine, he always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead, his honking days were done
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down
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