Track Title:               Pistol Packin' Mama


Prime Artist:              Frank Sinatra
Originally made famous by: Bing Crosby     (Harry Lillis C.)
Originally made famous by: Al Dexter
Written by:                Al Dexter


Lyrics:
Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run.
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 lied, and wished that I was dead.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down.

Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancing with a blonde.
Until one night she shot out the light - BANG! That blonde was gone.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down.

I'll see you every night, babe, I'll woo you every day.
I'll be your reg'lar daddy, if you put that gun away.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down.

Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right, and now I'm on the run.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down.

Now there was old Al Dexter, he always had his fun
But with some lead she shot him dead, his honkin' days are done.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down.
Contributed by Larry Henares of the Philippines


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Another transcription follows:

Never flirt with a gal named Tess down old Texas way
'cause if you do, I'm tellin' you, here's what you'll hafta say

        Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
        Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down



Listen to the story of a red-haired gal named Peg
She shot a pistol in the air and she hit me in the leg

        Hey, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
        Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down



Now, pappy made a batch o'corn, the revenooers came
Their draw was slow, so now they know ya can't do that to Mame

        Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
        Pistol packin' mama, lay  that  pistol  down!

Transcribed by Ron Hontz
Ronhontz@att.net