John Prine — Pistol Packin Mama

Drinkin' beer in a cabaret and was I havin' 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 Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down Drinkin' beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blonde Late at night, she shot out the light, and bang! That blonde was gone Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down I'll see you every night, babe, I'll woo you every day I'll be your regular daddy if you'll put that gun away Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down I went home this morning, the clock was ticking four Gun in her hand, said "you're my man, lonely you no more" Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down Now there was old John Prine, he always had his fun But with some lead, she shot him dead, his honking days were done Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down Pistol packin mama, lay that pistol down Lay that pistol down