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Pistol Packin' Mama - John Prine (约翰·普林)/Mac Wiseman
Drinking beer at the cabaret
And was I having 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 packing 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 packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Drinking beer in the cabaret
And dancing with a blond
Lay one night she shot out the light
Bang that blond was gone
Lay that pistol down babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
I'll sing you every night babe
And 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 packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Now there was old jump
He always had his fun
But with some lead she shot him dead
And his honking days are done
Lay that pistol down babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Lay that pistol down