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Pistol Packin' Mama

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Pistol Packin' Mama
Attributes
GenrePop
Length3:02
Released1943
Authors and performers
ArtistBing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters
Written byAl Dexter
Appearances
RadioDiamond City Radio
 
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Pistol Packin' Mama is the song by Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters that plays on Diamond City Radio in Fallout 4.

Background

Writer Al Dexter adapted the melody of American folk song Boil Them Cabbage Down to write this popular song.

Lyrics

Bing Crosby:
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

Oh, drinking beer in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one night she caught me right
And now I'm on the run

Andrews Sisters:
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

Oh, I'll sing you every night, Bing,
And I'll woo you every day
I'll be your regular mama
And I'll put that gun away

Bing Crosby:
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that thing down before it goes off and hurts somebody

Oh, she kicked out my windshield
And she hit me over the head
She cussed and cried and said I lied
And she wished that I was dead

Andrews Sisters:
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

We're 3 tough gals
From deep down Texas way
We got no pals
They don't like the way we play

We're a rough rooting tooting shooting trio
But you ought to see my sister Cleo
She's a terror make no error
But there ain't no nicer terror
Here's what we tell her

Bing Crosby:
Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

(instrumental)

Andrews Sisters:
Pappy made a batch of corn
The revenuers came
The draught was slow
So now they know
You can't do that to Mame

Lay that pistol down, babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

Bing Crosby:
Oh, singing songs in a cabaret
Was I having fun
Until one night it didn't seem right
And now I'm on the run

Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters:
Oh, lay that pistol down, Babe
Lay that pistol down
Pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down

Oh, pistol packing mama
Lay that pistol down!

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