Pistol Packin' Mama - Jo Stafford

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’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 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 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 3 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 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 packin mama — Lay that pistol down

Pappy made a batch of corn, The revenuers came

The draugh was slow, so now they know you can’t do that to Mame

Lay that pistol down, Babe.

Lay that pistol down

Pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret — Was I havin 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 packin mama — Lay that pistol down

Oh, pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down