pistol packin' mama

The Andrews Sisters

REFRÃ?O:
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!

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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!

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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 rootin' tootin' shootin' trio
But you ought to see my sister Cleo,
She's a terror, makes no error,
But there ain't no nicer terror
Here's what we tell her...

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==breque instrumental==

Pappy made a batch of corn
The revenuers came.
The draugh was slow
So now they know
You can't do that to Mame.

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(Repetição da primeira estrofe)

REFRÃ?O

Pistol packin' mama,
Lay that pistol down!