Chords for Pistol Packin Mama
Tempo:
124.9 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [G] Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [D] pistol down.
Pistol-packin' mama, [B] lay that [G] pistol down.
Oh, [Em] drinkin' beer in a cabaret, [Bm] was [D] I havin' fun.
[Am] Until one night she caught me right, now I'm on [G] the run.
Oh, lay that pistol [Abm] down, babe, lay [A] that pistol [D] down.
Pistol-packin' mama, lay that pistol [G] down.
[Eb] [G] You every night bing and I woo [E] you every day.
[D] I'll be your regular mama and I'll put that gun [G] away.
Oh, lay that [B] pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay [D] that pistol down.
Pistol-packin' mama, [E] lay that thing down before it goes [D] off and hurts somebody.
[G]
Oh, she kicked out my [Bm] windshield and she hit me [D] over the head.
She cussed and cried [E] and said I'd lied and she wished that [Gb] I was dead.
[G] Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay that [Gb] pistol down.
Pistol [D]-packin' mama, lay that [G] pistol down.
We're three tough gals [D] from deep [G] down Texas way.
We got no [Am] pals.
They [G] don't like the way we roll.
[E] [C] We're a rough-rootin', shootin', shootin' trio, [Em] but you're seen as [E] Sister Cleo.
She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no icy fair.
Here's [Cm] what we tell [Ab] her.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
Pistol-packin' mama, lay that [Ab] pistol down.
[B] [Eb]
[Ab]
[Eb]
[Ab] Happy made a batch of corn, the revenuers [Eb] came.
The draw was slow, so now [Bbm] they [Cm] know you can't do [Ab] that to me.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
[Gb] Pistol-packin' mama, lay that [Ab] pistol down.
[E]
[Cm] Oh, singin' songs in a cabaret was I havin' [Eb] fun.
Till one night it didn't seem right, now I'm [Ab] on the run.
[A] Oh, lay that [Gb] pistol down, [A] babe, lay [C] that pistol down.
Pistol [D]-packin' [E] mama, lay that pistol [Ab] down.
[B] Oh,
[Gbm] pistol-packin' mama, lay [Bb] that [Em] pistol [A] down.
[E]
Pistol-packin' mama, [B] lay that [G] pistol down.
Oh, [Em] drinkin' beer in a cabaret, [Bm] was [D] I havin' fun.
[Am] Until one night she caught me right, now I'm on [G] the run.
Oh, lay that pistol [Abm] down, babe, lay [A] that pistol [D] down.
Pistol-packin' mama, lay that pistol [G] down.
[Eb] [G] You every night bing and I woo [E] you every day.
[D] I'll be your regular mama and I'll put that gun [G] away.
Oh, lay that [B] pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay [D] that pistol down.
Pistol-packin' mama, [E] lay that thing down before it goes [D] off and hurts somebody.
[G]
Oh, she kicked out my [Bm] windshield and she hit me [D] over the head.
She cussed and cried [E] and said I'd lied and she wished that [Gb] I was dead.
[G] Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay that [Gb] pistol down.
Pistol [D]-packin' mama, lay that [G] pistol down.
We're three tough gals [D] from deep [G] down Texas way.
We got no [Am] pals.
They [G] don't like the way we roll.
[E] [C] We're a rough-rootin', shootin', shootin' trio, [Em] but you're seen as [E] Sister Cleo.
She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no icy fair.
Here's [Cm] what we tell [Ab] her.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
Pistol-packin' mama, lay that [Ab] pistol down.
[B] [Eb]
[Ab]
[Eb]
[Ab] Happy made a batch of corn, the revenuers [Eb] came.
The draw was slow, so now [Bbm] they [Cm] know you can't do [Ab] that to me.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
[Gb] Pistol-packin' mama, lay that [Ab] pistol down.
[E]
[Cm] Oh, singin' songs in a cabaret was I havin' [Eb] fun.
Till one night it didn't seem right, now I'm [Ab] on the run.
[A] Oh, lay that [Gb] pistol down, [A] babe, lay [C] that pistol down.
Pistol [D]-packin' [E] mama, lay that pistol [Ab] down.
[B] Oh,
[Gbm] pistol-packin' mama, lay [Bb] that [Em] pistol [A] down.
[E]
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [D] pistol down. _
Pistol-packin' mama, _ [B] lay that [G] pistol down.
_ _ _ Oh, [Em] drinkin' beer in a cabaret, [Bm] was [D] I havin' fun.
[Am] Until one night she caught me right, now I'm on [G] the run.
Oh, lay that pistol [Abm] down, babe, lay [A] that pistol [D] down.
Pistol-packin' mama, lay that pistol [G] down. _
[Eb] _ _ [G] _ _ You every night bing and I woo [E] you every day.
[D] I'll be your regular mama and I'll put that gun [G] away.
Oh, lay that [B] pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay [D] that pistol down.
Pistol-packin' mama, [E] lay that thing down before it goes [D] off and hurts somebody.
_ _ [G] _
Oh, she kicked out my [Bm] windshield and she hit me [D] over the head.
She cussed and cried [E] and said I'd lied and she wished that [Gb] I was dead.
[G] Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay that [Gb] pistol down. _
Pistol [D]-packin' mama, lay that [G] pistol down.
We're three tough gals [D] _ from deep [G] down Texas way.
We got no [Am] pals.
They [G] don't like the way we roll.
[E] _ [C] We're a rough-rootin', shootin', shootin' trio, [Em] but you're seen as [E] Sister Cleo.
She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no icy fair.
Here's [Cm] what we tell [Ab] her.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
_ Pistol-packin' mama, lay that [Ab] pistol down. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] Happy made a batch of corn, the revenuers [Eb] came.
The draw was slow, so now [Bbm] they [Cm] know you can't do [Ab] that to me.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
_ [Gb] Pistol-packin' mama, _ lay that [Ab] pistol down.
_ _ [E] _ _
_ [Cm] Oh, singin' songs in a cabaret was I havin' [Eb] fun.
_ Till one night it didn't seem right, now I'm [Ab] on the run.
[A] Oh, lay that [Gb] pistol down, [A] babe, lay [C] that pistol down.
Pistol [D]-packin' [E] mama, lay that pistol [Ab] _ down.
[B] Oh, _
[Gbm] pistol-packin' mama, lay [Bb] that [Em] pistol [A] _ down. _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
Pistol-packin' mama, _ [B] lay that [G] pistol down.
_ _ _ Oh, [Em] drinkin' beer in a cabaret, [Bm] was [D] I havin' fun.
[Am] Until one night she caught me right, now I'm on [G] the run.
Oh, lay that pistol [Abm] down, babe, lay [A] that pistol [D] down.
Pistol-packin' mama, lay that pistol [G] down. _
[Eb] _ _ [G] _ _ You every night bing and I woo [E] you every day.
[D] I'll be your regular mama and I'll put that gun [G] away.
Oh, lay that [B] pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay [D] that pistol down.
Pistol-packin' mama, [E] lay that thing down before it goes [D] off and hurts somebody.
_ _ [G] _
Oh, she kicked out my [Bm] windshield and she hit me [D] over the head.
She cussed and cried [E] and said I'd lied and she wished that [Gb] I was dead.
[G] Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, [Bb] lay that [Gb] pistol down. _
Pistol [D]-packin' mama, lay that [G] pistol down.
We're three tough gals [D] _ from deep [G] down Texas way.
We got no [Am] pals.
They [G] don't like the way we roll.
[E] _ [C] We're a rough-rootin', shootin', shootin' trio, [Em] but you're seen as [E] Sister Cleo.
She's a terror, make no error, but there ain't no icy fair.
Here's [Cm] what we tell [Ab] her.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
_ Pistol-packin' mama, lay that [Ab] pistol down. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] Happy made a batch of corn, the revenuers [Eb] came.
The draw was slow, so now [Bbm] they [Cm] know you can't do [Ab] that to me.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that [Eb] pistol down.
_ [Gb] Pistol-packin' mama, _ lay that [Ab] pistol down.
_ _ [E] _ _
_ [Cm] Oh, singin' songs in a cabaret was I havin' [Eb] fun.
_ Till one night it didn't seem right, now I'm [Ab] on the run.
[A] Oh, lay that [Gb] pistol down, [A] babe, lay [C] that pistol down.
Pistol [D]-packin' [E] mama, lay that pistol [Ab] _ down.
[B] Oh, _
[Gbm] pistol-packin' mama, lay [Bb] that [Em] pistol [A] _ down. _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _