Pistol Packin' Mama
by Al Dexter (Died 1984)
Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm 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 over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
And wished that I was dead.
Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blond
Until one night she shot out the light - Bang!
That blond was gone.
I'll see you ev'ry night, babe - I'll woo you ev'ry day
I'll be your regular daddy - if you'll put that gun away.
Now I went home this morning - the clock was tickin' four
Gun in her hand, says You're my man, but I don't need you no more.
Now there was old Al Dexter - he always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead - his honkin' days are done.