
Pistol Packin’ Mama Gene Vincent
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Drinking beer at the cabaret
And was I having fun
'Til one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing 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
Well, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in the cabaret
And dancing with a blond
'Til one night she shot out the light
Bang, that blond was gone
So lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
And was I having fun
'Til one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing 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
Well, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in the cabaret
And dancing with a blond
'Til one night she shot out the light
Bang, that blond was gone
So lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
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