Pistol Packin’ Mama (video) (midi)

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1. Lay that pistol down, Babe, lay that pistol down,

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pistol packin’ mama, lay that pistol down.

G D

Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret, was I havin fun!

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Until one night she caught me right, and now I'm on the run.

G D

2. Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe, lay that pistol down,

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pistol packin’ mama, lay that pistol down.

G D

Oh, I'll sing you every night, Bing, and I'll woo you every day,

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I'll be your regular mama, and I'll put that gun away.

G D

3. Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe, lay that pistol down,

Pistol packin mama,

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lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody!

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Oh, she kicked out my windshield, and she hit me over the head,

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she cussed and cried and said I’d lied, and she wished that I was dead.

G D

4. Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe, lay that pistol down,

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pistol packin’ mama, lay that pistol down.

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We're 3 tough gals from deep down Texas way,

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we got no pals, they don't like the way we play.

C

We're a rough rootin’ tootin’ shootin’ trio,

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but you ought to see my sister Cleo.

A

She's a terror, make no error

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but there ain't no nicer terror, here's what we tell her:

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G D

5. Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe, lay that pistol down,

D7 G

pistol packin’ mama, lay that pistol down.

+ instrumental = 2x verse 5, lies 1&2

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Pappy made a batch of corn, the revenuers came,

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the draw was slow, so now they know, you can't do that to Mame.

G D

6. Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe, lay that pistol down,

D7 G

pistol packin’ mama, lay that pistol down.

G D

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret, was I havin fun!

D7 G

until one night it didn't seem right, and now I'm on the run.

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G D

7. Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe, lay that pistol down,

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pistol packin’ mama, lay that pistol down.

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Oh, pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down !

(Bing Crosby)