Pistol Packin' Mama
by Al Dexter (Died 1984)
(1942)
D A7
Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
D
And now I'm on the run.
A7
Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down
D
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down
.
A7
She kicked out my windshield - she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
D
And wished that I was dead.
A7
Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blond
Until one night she shot out the light - Bang!
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That blond was gone.
A7
I'll see you ev'ry night, babe - I'll woo you ev'ry day
D
I'll be your regular daddy - if you'll put that gun away.
Now I went home this morning - the clock was tickin' four
Gun in her hand, says You're my man, but I don't need you no more.
Ref:
Now there was old Al Dexter - he always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead - his honkin' days are done.
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