Bing Crosby
Pistol Packin Mama
Lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that pistol down.Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaretWas I havin fun!Until one night she caught me rightAnd now I'm on the run.Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that pistol down.Oh, I'll sing you every night BingAnd I'll woo you every day.I'll be your regular mamaAnd I'll put that gun away.Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody!Oh, she kicked out my windshieldAnd she hit me over the head.She cussed and cried and said I liedAnd she wished that I was dead.Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Letras de cancionesPistol packin mamaLay that pistol down.We're 3 tough galsFrom deep down Texas way.We got no palsThey don't like the way we play.We're a rough rootin tootin shootin trioBut you ought to see my sister CleoShe's a terror make no errorBut there ain't no nicer terrorHere's what we tell her:Lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that pistol downPappy made a batch of cornThe revenuers came.The draugh was slowSo now they knowYou can't do that to Mame.Lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that pistol downOh, singing songs in a cabaretWas I havin fun!Until one night it didn't seem rightAnd now I'm on the run.Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin mamaLay that pistol down.Oh, pistol packin mamaLay that pistol down.
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