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pistol packin' mama - john prine lyrics

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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

- john prine lyrics

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