Pistol Packin' Mama Lyrics - Hoyt Axton

Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down. 

Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down. 

I was drinkin beer in a cabaret, thought I was havin fun, 

Till one night, she caught me right, and now Im on the run. 

Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down. 

She kicked out my windshield, she hit me on the head, 

She cussed and cried and said Id lied, and wished that I was dead. 

Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down. 

I was raisin cane in a cabaret, dancin with a blonde, 

Till one night she shot out the light, and Bang! that blonde was gone. 

Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down. 

Ill see you every night babe, Ill love you every day, 

Ill be your reglar daddy, just put that gun away. 

Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down. 

Instrumental- (guitar, harmonica) 

Well the moral of this story is, if you wanna have some fun, 

Make sure your sweet mama, dont have a loaded gun. 

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down. 

Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down, 

Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down .