| Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
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| 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
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| Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
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| She kicked out my windshield — she hit me over the head
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| 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
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| 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
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| I’ll be your regular daddy — if you’ll put that gun away
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| Now there was old Al Dexter — he always had his fun
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| But with some lead, she shot him dead — his honkin' days are done |