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, 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 see you every night, Bing, and I 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'd 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 three tough gals from deep down Texas way. We got no pals, they don't like the way we play. We're in 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 lassie fairer is what we tell her. Oh, 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 draw was slow, so now they know you can't do that to Maine. Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down. Oh, singin' songs in a cabaret, was I havin' fun. Till one night I didn't sing right, 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.