Lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin mama - Lay that pistol down.
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Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
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Was I havin fun!
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Until one night she caught me right
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And now I'm on the run.
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Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin mama - Lay that pistol down.
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Oh, I'll sing you every night Bing and I'll woo you every day.
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I'll be your regular mama and I'll put that gun away.
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Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin mama
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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.
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She cussed and cried and said I lied and she wished that I was dead.
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Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin mama - Lay that pistol down.
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We're 3 tough gals from deep down Texas way.
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We got no pals, they don't like the way we play.
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We're a rough rootin tootin shootin trio
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But you ought to see my sister Cleo
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She's a terror make no error
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But there ain't no nicer terror
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Here's what we tell her:
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Lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin mama - Lay that pistol down
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Pappy made a batch of corn, The revenuers came.
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The draugh 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.
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Pistol packin mama - Lay that pistol down
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Oh, singing songs in a cabaret - Was I havin fun!
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Until one night it didn't seem right, and now I'm on the run.
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Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin mama - Lay that pistol down.
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Oh, pistol packin mama - Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol Packin' Mama
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| John Prine |
