Pistol Packin' Mama

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, 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. Well, lay that pistol down, babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down Drinking beer in the cabaret And dancing with a blonde Till one night she shot out the lights Band that blonde was gone Well, 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 And I'll be your regular daddy If you'll put that gun away And just, lay that pistol down, babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down Drinking beer in the cabaret And was I having fun Until one night she caught me right And now I'm on the run And just, 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 And his hawking deads are done Now, lay that pistol down, babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down I said, lay that pistol down, babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down I said, lay that pistol down, babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down --- Pistol Packin' Mama - Willie Nelson