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#1 week of October 30, 1943
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Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
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Until one night she caught me right
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And now I'm on the run.
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Lay that pistol down, babe,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin?mama,
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Lay that pistol down.
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She kicked out my windshield;
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She hit me over the head.
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She cussed and cried and said I lied
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And wished that I was dead.
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Lay that pistol down, babe,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin?mama,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancing with a blonde.
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Until one night she shot out the light -
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BANG! That blonde was gone.
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Lay that pistol down, babe,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin?mama,
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Lay that pistol down.
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I'll see you every night, babe,
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I'll woo you every day.
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I'll be your reg'lar daddy
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If you put that gun away.
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Lay that pistol down, babe,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin?mama,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
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Until one night she caught me right
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And now I'm on the run.
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Lay that pistol down, babe,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin?mama,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Now there was old Al Dexter
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He always had his fun
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But with some lead she shot him dead
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His honkin?days are done.
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Lay that pistol down, babe,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol packin?mama,
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Lay that pistol down.
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Pistol Packin Mama
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| Al Dexter |
