Pistol Packin' Mama
             by Al Dexter         (Died 1984)
                (1942)     
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Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
 
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 - lay that pistol down
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Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down

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She kicked out my windshield - she hit me over the head 
   
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied 
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And wished that I was dead. 


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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. 


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I'll see you ev'ry night, babe - I'll woo you ev'ry day
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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.