歌词
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down
Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
Was I having fun Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down
Oh, I'll sing you every night
Bing And I'll 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 packing 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 lied And she wished that
I was dead Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down
We're three tough gals
From deep down Texas way