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Drinking beer at the cabaret |
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And was I having fun |
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'Til one night she caught me right |
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And now I'm on the run |
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Lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama |
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Lay that pistol down |
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She kicked out my windshield |
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She hit me over the head |
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She cussed and cried and said I'd lied |
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And wished that I was dead |
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Well, lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Drinking beer in the cabaret |
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And dancing with a blond |
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'Til one night she shot out the light |
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Bang, that blond was gone |
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So lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama |
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Lay that pistol down |
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I'll sing you every night, babe |
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And I'll woo you every day |
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I'll be your regular daddy |
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If you'll put that gun away |
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And just lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Drinking beer at the cabaret |
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And was I having fun |
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'Til one night she caught me right |
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And now I'm on the run |
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Now, lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Now, there was old Al Dexter |
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He always had his fun |
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But with some lead, she shot him dead |
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And his honking days are done |
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Now, lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama |
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Lay that pistol down |
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I said, "Lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama" |
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I said, "Lay that pistol down" |
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I said, "Lay that pistol down, babe |
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Lay that pistol down |
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Pistol packing mama |
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Lay that pistol down" |
