Lyrics Pistol Packing Mama - Tex Ritter

Pistol Packing Mama

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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