Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down

Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret Was I having 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 packing 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 packing 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 packing 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 rooting tooting shooting 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 packing mama Lay that pistol down

Pappy made a batch of corn The revenuers came The drought was slow So now they know You can't do that to Mame

Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret Was I having 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 packing mama Lay that pistol down

Oh, pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down