Jeannie's Packin' Up - Jack Cassidy & Brigadoon Ensemble (1957)

Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having 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 She kicked out my windshield, she hit me over the head She cussed and cried and said I'd lied And wished that I was dead Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blond Until one night she shot out the light Bang, That blond was gone Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down I'll see you ev'ry night, babe, I'll woo you ev'ry day I'll be your regular daddy, if you'll put that gun away Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having 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 Now there was old Al Dexter, he always had his fun But with some lead, she shot him dead, his honkin' days are done Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down

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.

Yesterday morning I went Out for a cup of coffee I shaved and Then I combed my hair A man who didn't know me Said something to my back I stopped to turn around And faced it That is why I pack my .25 Where nobody knows Right above my boot It's the law No one there to serve you Why not be the hero? Why not be your own? Swear I'll kill you Swear that I'll kill you The law, it's the law And every man out on the street knows I swear I'll kill you I dreamt all yesterday How I might Make a man feel With a gun up to his face Show respect to me I don't care What you're thinking I'll wipe that thought away That is why I pack my .25 Where nobody knows Right above my boot It's the law With no one there to serve you Why not be the hero? Why not be your own? Swear I'll kill you Swear that I'll kill you The law, it's the law And every man out on the street knows I swear that I'll kill you So why not be the hero?

Had enough of your crazy ways Had enough of your leavin' for days Don't wanna hear you waggin' your chin Sick 'n' tired of your noisy din Don't want another kick on the shin Hey honey - I'm packin' you in! Had enough of your faddy diet! I can't wait for a real good fry up I'm gettin' bored of microwave cookin' And you tellin' me how awful I'm lookin' Don't wanna hear how you gotta be thin Hey honey - I'm packin' you in! I don't wanna be the joke of the party I just wanna be back where I started I'm gettin' out before the goin' gets grim So hey honey - I'm packin' you in! Had enough of you hangin' round bars And crashin' up my favorite car Sick 'n' tired of this and that and ya askin' for favours And usin' up my brand new razors Don't want another cut on my chin Hey honey - I'm packin' you in! I don't wanna be the joke of the party I just wanna be back where I started I'm gettin' out before the goin' gets grim So hey honey - I'm packin' you in! No point in hangin' round with a restless heart Don't wanna let you down but I'm blowin' this town For a brand new start I want out - you want in Forget about that weddin' ring! Had enough of your hand in the til Sick 'n' tired of your credit card bills Get on back to your next of kin Hey honey. I'm packin' you in! I don't wanna be the joke of the party I just wanna be back where I started I'm gettin' out before the goin' gets grim So hey honey - I'm packin' you in!