PISTOL PACKIN' MAMAAl DexterWritten by Al Dexter#1 week of October 30, 1943Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having funUntil one night she caught me rightAnd now I'm on the run.Lay that pistol down, babe,Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mama,Lay that pistol down.She kicked out my windshield;She hit me over the head.She cussed and cried and said I liedAnd wished that I was dead.Lay that pistol down, babe,Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mama,Lay that pistol down.Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancing with a blonde.Until one night she shot out the light -BANG! That blonde was gone.Lay that pistol down, babe,Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mama,Lay that pistol down.I'll see you every night, babe,I'll woo you every day.I'll be your reg'lar daddyIf you put that gun away.Lay that pistol down, babe,Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mama,Lay that pistol down.Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having funUntil one night she caught me rightAnd now I'm on the run.Lay that pistol down, babe,Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mama,Lay that pistol down.Now there was old Al DexterHe always had his funBut with some lead she shot him deadHis honkin' days are done.Lay that pistol down, babe,Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mama,Lay that pistol down.Transcribed by: Samantha
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