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 see 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'd 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 oughta see my sister Cleo
 She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no lassie fairer
 Here's what we tell 'er

 Lay that pistol down, babe
 Lay that pistol down
 Pistol packin' mama
 Lay that pistol down

 ------ instrumental break ------

 Pappy made a batch o' corn
 The revenuers came
 Their draw 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, singin' songs in the cabaret
 Was I havin' fun
 Until one night, I didn't sing right
 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