Versuri Pistol packin' mama
- Andrews Sisters

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 see 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'd 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 three 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 oughta see my sister Cleo
She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no lassie fairer
Here's what we tell 'er.

Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama
Lay that pistol down.

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Pappy made a batch o' corn
The revenuers came
Their draw was slow so now they know
You can't do that to Mame.

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama
Lay that pistol down.

Oh, singin' songs in the cabaret
Was I havin' fun
Until one night, I didn't sing right
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