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

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