Pistol Packin’ Mama

Pistol packin' mama, don't you point that thing at me I'm a lover not a fighter, just damn fun to see Then I crossed the Rio Grande Señorita took me by the hand Pistol packin' mama, don't you point that thing at me Shotgun Sally, don't you give me the evil eye I ain't lookin' for no trouble, I'm a people kind of guy A shot of tequila and a slice of lime A bottle of cerveza and I'm feeling fine Shotgun Sally, don't you give me the evil eye Oh my my my, ain't you something? Tell me why why why you want to be pumping me full of lead Pistol packin' mama, don't you point that thing at me Oh my my my, ain't you something? Tell me why why why you want to be pumping me full of lead Pistol packin' mama, don't you point that thing at me Pistol packin' mama, don't you point that thing at me Just like that I bet that thing ain't even loaded! Watch out!