Из альбома: We'll Meet Again
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
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
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
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
We're 3 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 make no error
But there ain't no nicer terror
Here's what we tell her:
Lay that pistol down, Babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
Pappy made a batch of corn
The revenuers came
The draugh was slow
So now they know
You can't do that to Mame
Lay that pistol down, Babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down
Oh, pistol packin mama
Lay that pistol down