Gene Vincent
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, 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.Letras de cancionesLay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mamaLay that pistol down.Lay that pistol down, babe.Lay that pistol down.Pistol packin' mamaLay that pistol downPappy made a batch of cornThe revenuers came.The draught 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.
From Letras Mania