Snooky Pryor – Pistol Packin' Mama lyrics

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