Piliye Me Mama Pistol Degya Tha

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.