| 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 3 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 | 
| 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 |