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!