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Pistol Packin' Mama
Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
and now I'm on the run.

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Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol down.

She kicked out my windshield - she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
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!
that blond was gone.

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I'll see you ev'ry night, babe - I'll woo you ev'ry day
I'll be your regular daddy - if you'll put that gun away.

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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."

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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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Pistol Packin' Mama