Pistol Packin’ Mama
By Willie Nelson
Oh, drinkin’ beer in a cabaret
Was I havin’ 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 packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down.
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.
Well, lay that pistol down, babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in the cabaret
And dancing with a blonde
Till one night she shot out the lights
Band that blonde was gone
Well, lay that pistol down, babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down
I’ll see you every night babe
I’ll woo you every day
And I’ll be your regular daddy
If you’ll put that gun away
And just, lay that pistol down, babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in the cabaret
And was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I’m on the run
And just, lay that pistol down, babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down
Now there was old Al Dexter
He always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead
And his hawking deads are done
Now, lay that pistol down, babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down
I said, lay that pistol down, babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down
I said, lay that pistol down, babe.
Lay that pistol down.
Pistol packin’ mama
Lay that pistol down
Well I tucked my Smith and Wesson
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down on Alvarado Street
At the Pioneer Chicken stand
Carmelita, hold me tighter
I think I’m sinking down
And I’m all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town
Linda Ronstadt, going out to buy Michael Moore a bucket