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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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Oh, drinkin' beer in a cabaret
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Was I havin' 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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Oh, 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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Oh, I see you every night, Bing
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And I'll woo you every day
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I'll be your regular mama
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And I'll put that gun away
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Oh, 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 thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody
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Oh, she kicked out my windshield
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And she hit me over the head
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She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
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And she wished that I was dead
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Oh, 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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We're three tough gals
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From deep down Texas way
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We got no pals
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They don't like the way we play
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We're a rough rootin' tootin' shootin' trio
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But you oughta see my sister Cleo
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She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no lassie fairer
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Here's what we tell 'er
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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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------ instrumental break ------
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Pappy made a batch o' corn
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The revenuers came
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Their draw was slow so now they know
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You can't do that to Mame
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Oh, 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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Oh, singin' songs in the cabaret
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Was I havin' fun
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Until one night, I didn't sing right
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Now I'm on the run
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Oh, 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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Oh, pistol packin' mama
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Lay that pistol down
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Pistol Packin Mamaas
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The Andrews Sisters |