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

Copyright: Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Al Dexter