Karaoké Pistol Packin' Mama Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters

Lay that pistol down babe

Lay that pistol down pistol packing ma ma

Lay that pistol down oh

Drinking beer in a cabaret was I having 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 packing ma ma

Lay that pistol down oh

I'll sing you every night Bing

And I'll woo you every day

I'll be your regular ma ma

And I'll put that gun away

Oh, lay that pistol down babe

Lay that pistol down pistol packing ma ma

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 packing ma ma

Lay that pistol down we're three tough gals

From deep down Texas way we got no pals

They don't like the way we play

We're a rough rooting tooting shooting 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

Oh, lay that pistol down babe

Lay that pistol down pistol packing ma ma

Lay that pistol down

Pappy made a batch of corn the revenuers came

The drought was slow so now they know

They can't do that to Mame

Oh, lay that pistol down oh

Lay that pistol down babe babe

Lay that pistol down

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Lay that pistol down

Lay that pistol down

Oh

Singing songs in a cabaret

Oh oh oh oh oh was I having fun oh oh oh oh oh

Until one night

Oh oh oh oh oh it didn't seem right

Now I'm on the run ooh oh oh

Oh, lay that pistol down

Lay that pistol down babe babe

Lay that pistol down

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Lay that pistol down

Lay that pistol

Oh, pistol packing ma ma pistol packing ma ma

Lay that pistol down

Lay that pistol down