Lay that pistol down, babe   Lay that pistol down   Pistol packin' mama   Lay that pistol down      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, I'll sing you every night Bing   And I'll woo you every day   I'll be your regular mama   And I'll put that gun away      Oh, lay that pistol down, babe   Lay that pistol down   Pistol packin' mama   Lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody!      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      Oh, lay that pistol down, babe   Lay that pistol down   Pistol packin' mama   Lay that pistol down      We're three tough gals   From deep down Texas way   We got no pals   They don't like the way we play      We're a rough rootin' tootin' shootin' trio   But you ought to see my sister Cleo   She's a terror make no error   But there ain't no nicer terror   Here's what we tell her      Lay that pistol down, babe   Lay that pistol down   Pistol packin' mama   Lay that pistol down      Pappy made a batch of corn   The Revenuers came   The draugh was slow   So now they know   You can't do that to Mame      Oh, lay that pistol down, babe   Lay that pistol down   Pistol packin' mama   Lay that pistol down      Oh, singing songs in a cabaret   Was I havin' fun   Until one night it didn't seem 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, pistol packin' mama   Lay that pistol down