| Lay that pistol down, Babe. |
| Lay that pistol down
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| Pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down
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| Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
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| Was I havin fun!
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| Until one night she caught me right
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| And now I’m on the run
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| Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. |
| Lay that pistol down
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| Pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down
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| Oh, I’ll sing you every night Bing and I’ll woo you every day
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| I’ll be your regular mama and I’ll put that gun away
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| Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. |
| Lay that pistol down
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| Pistol packin mama
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| Lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody!
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| Oh, she kicked out my windshield and she hit me over the head
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| She cussed and cried and said I lied and she wished that I was dead
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| Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. |
| Lay that pistol down
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| Pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down
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| We’re 3 tough gals from deep down Texas way
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| We got no pals, they don’t like the way we play
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| We’re a rough rootin tootin shootin trio
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| But you ought to see my sister Cleo
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| She’s a terror make no error
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| But there ain’t no nicer terror
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| Here’s what we tell her:
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| Lay that pistol down, Babe. |
| Lay that pistol down
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| Pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down
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| Pappy made a batch of corn, The revenuers came
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| The draugh was slow, so now they know you can’t do that to Mame
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| Lay that pistol down, Babe. |
| Lay that pistol down
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| Pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down
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| Oh, singing songs in a cabaret — Was I havin fun!
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| Until one night it didn’t seem right, and now I’m on the run
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| Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. |
| Lay that pistol down
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| Pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down
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| Oh, pistol packin mama — Lay that pistol down |