Pistol Packing Mama Testo

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
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