Pistol Packin' Mama

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 Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down Oh, I'll sing you every night, babe, 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 three 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 draught 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 Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down Oh, pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down --- Pistol Packin' Mama - John Prine