Pistol Packin' Mama
by Al Dexter
"I once owned a
tavern in Turnertown, Texas. A fellow came in one night
with a beautiful girl named Jo Ann and asked me to give
her a job. I put her to work, but then found out the guy
was married to another woman. His wife came looking for
Jo Ann and said she was going to kill her. When I asked
Jo Ann why she didn't find a nice single man, she said,
'Dex, I love that little Cross-eyed man.' About a year
later, after I sold the tavern, I was sitting in a honky
tonk, and Jo Ann came in all scratched up. She had been
chased through a barbed wire fence, and said that same
old man's lady was after her with a gun. I began
wondering, 'How do you talk to a lady with a gun?, and I
thought, 'Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol
down.'" —Al Dexter
Pistol Packin' Mama
Drinking beer in a cabaret
And I was 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 Packin' mama
Lay that pistol down.
Well, she kicked out my windshield
She hit me o'er the head
She cursed and cried and said I'd lied
And wished that I was dead.
Drinking beer in a cabaret
And dancing with a blonde
Until one night, she shot out the lights
Bang! that blonde was gone.
I'll see you every night, babe
I'll woe you every day
I'll be your regular daddy
If you'll put that gun away.
Now there was old Al Dexter
He always had his fun
But with some lead, she shot him dead
His honkin' days are done.
