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.