PISTOL PACKIN' MAMA
Words and music by Al Dexter
[F] Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having [C7] fun
Until one night she caught me right and now I'm on the [F] run.
[F] Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol [C7] down
Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pistol [F] 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.