Pistol Packin Mama - Al Dexter

Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun

Until one night she caught me right

and now I’m on the run.

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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’d lied

and wished that I was dead.

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Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin’with a blond

Until one night she shot out the light — Bang!

that blond was gone.

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I’ll see you ev’ry night, babe — I’ll woo you ev’ry day

I’ll be your regular daddy — if you’ll put that gun away.

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Now I went home this morning — the clock was tickin’four

Gun in her hand, says You’re my man, but I don’t need you no more.

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Now there was old Al Dexter — he always had his fun

But with some lead, she shot him dead — his honkin’days are done.

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