"Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down, babe, put that pistol down
Why don't you lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down
She shot her pistol in the air and she hit me in the leg
I was singing songs in a cabaret and I was having fun
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down
Listen to the story of a red haired jack name Fake
Until one night I didn't sing right and now I'm on the run
Pistol packin' mama, lay that pistol down"