Frank Sinatra - Pistol Packin’ Mama lyrics

Never flirt with a gal named Tess
Down old Texas way 'Cause if you do
I'm telling you this is what
You'll have to say
"Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down"

I was singing songs in a cabaret
And I was having fun
Until one night I didn't sing right
And now I'm on the run
Why don't you lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down

Listen to the story of a
Red haired jack name Fake
She shot her pistol in the air and
She hit me in the leg
Lay that pistol down, babe
Put that pistol down pistol packin' mama
Please lay that pistol down