Gene Vincent
Pistol Packing 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 And 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 windshieldLetras de cancionesAnd 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.Pistol packin' mamaLay that pistol down
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