Pistol Packin Momma
Al Dexter
F
(início)
F C7 Drinking beer in a cabaret and was I having fun C7 Until one night she caught me right Gm7 C7 F and now I'm on the run.
Chorus
F C7 Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down Gm7 C7 F Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pis-tol down.
Verse 2
F C7 She kicked out my windshield - she hit me over the head C7 She cussed and cried and said I'd lied Gm7 C7 F and wished that I was dead.
Chorus
F C7 Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down Gm7 C7 F Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pis-tol down.
Verse 3
F C7 Drinking beer in a cabaret and dancin' with a blond C7 Until one night she shot out the light - Bang! Gm7 C7 F that blond was gone.
Chorus
F C7 Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down Gm7 C7 F Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pis-tol down.
Verse 4
F C7 I'll see you ev'ry night, babe - I'll woo you ev'ry day C7 Gm7 C7 F I'll be your regular daddy - if you'll put that gun away.
Chorus
F C7 Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down Gm7 C7 F Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pis-tol down.
Verse 5
F C7 Now I went home this morning - the clock was tickin' four C7 Gm7 C7 F Gun in her hand, says "You're my man, but I don't need you no more."
Outro
F C7 Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down Gm7 C7 F Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pis-tol down. F C7 Lay that pistol down, babe - lay that pistol down Gm7 C7 F Pistol Packin' Mama, lay that pis-tol down.
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