PISTOL PACKIN' MAMA
Words and music by Al Dexter, ©1943.
As recorded by Al Dexter.

1. Drinkin' beer in a cabaret and was I havin' fun,
Until one night she caught me right, and now I'm on the run.

CHORUS: Lay that pistol down, babe; lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down.

2. 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.

3. Drinkin' beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blonde,
Until one night she shot out the light; bang! that blonde was gone.

4. I'll see you every night, babe; I'll woo you every day.
I'll be your reg'lar daddy if you'll put that gun away.

5. Now I went home this mornin'; the clock was tickin' four.
Gun in her hand, says, "You're my man but I don't need you no more."

6. Now there was old Al Dexter; he always had his fun,
But with some lead she shot him dead, his honkin' days are done.