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Bing Crosby( Harry Lillis Crosby )
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Pistol Packin' Mama - Broadcast
Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinkin' beer in a cabaret Was I havin' 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 packin' mama Lay that pistol down
Oh, I'll sing you every night Bing And I'll woo you every day I'll be your regular mama And I'll put that gun away
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama 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 packin' mama Lay that pistol down
We're three tough gals From deep down Texas way We got no pals Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They don't like the way we play
We're a rough rootin' tootin' shootin' 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
Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down
Pappy made a batch of corn The Revenuers came The draugh was slow So now they know You can't do that to Mame
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret Was I havin' fun Until one night it didn't seem right And now I'm on the run
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down
Oh, pistol packin' mama Lay that pistol down
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