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Pistol Packin' Mama chords by Bing Crosby, The Andrews Sisters, Vic Shoen & His Orchestra (Official Version)

  • D7

  • G

  • C

  • E7

  • A7

  • Am

  • Eb7

  • Ab

    4
  • A

  • Bm7

    2
  • Cdim7

    2
  • C#m7

    4
  • D

Intro 1
D7
D7
Chorus 1
G
Lay that pistol down, babe
D7
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
G
D7
Lay that pistol down

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Verse 1
G
Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
D7
Was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
G
And now I'm on the run
Chorus 2
G
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
D7
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
G
Lay that pistol down
D7
Verse 2
G
Oh, I'll sing you every night Bing
D7
And I'll woo you every day
I'll be your regular mama
G
And I'll put that gun away
Chorus 3
G
Lay that pistol down, babe
D7
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that thing down
G
Before it goes off
And hurts somebody
D7
Verse 3
G
Oh, she kicked out my windshield
D7
And she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I'd lied
G
And she wished that I was dead
Chorus 4
G
Lay that pistol down, babe
D7
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
G
Lay that pistol down
Bridge 1
D7
We're three tough gals
G
From deep down Texas way
D7
We got no pals
G
They don't like the way we play
C
We're a rough rooting tooting shooting trio
G
E7
But you ought to see my sister Cleo
A7
She's a terror make no error
But there ain't no nicer terror
Am
Eb7
Here's what we tell her
Chorus 5
Ab
Lay that pistol down, babe
Eb7
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Ab
Lay that pistol down
Solo 1
Ab
Eb7
Eb7
Ab
Ab
Eb7
Eb7
Ab
Verse 4
Ab
Pappy made a batch of corn
Eb7
The revenuers came
The draugh was slow
So now they know
Ab
You can't do that to Mame
Chorus 6
Ab
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Eb7
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Ab
Eb7
Lay that pistol down
Verse 5
Ab
Oh, singin' songs in a cabaret
Eb7
Was I having fun
Until one night it didn't seem right
Ab
And now I'm on the run
Verse 6
A
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
E7
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down
Bm7
Oh, pistol packing mama
E7
A
Lay that pistol down
Bm7
Cdim7
C#m7
D
E7
A
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