Pistol Packin' Mama Lyrics - Gene Vincent

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, lay that pistol down, babe. 

Lay that pistol down. 

Pistol packin' mama 

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. 

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. 

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 draught 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. 

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.