....that one of the most popular songs that gets sung in our house is this one?
Pistol Packin' Mama by Al Dexter, 1943
Drinkin' beer in a cabaret And I was havin' fun!
Until one night she caught me right, And now I'm on the run
Lay that pistol down Babe, Lay that pistol down,
Pistol Packin' Mama, Lay that pistol down.
She kicked out my windshield, She hit me over the head,
She cussed and cried, and said I lied, And I wished that I was dead.
Lay that pistol down Babe, Lay that pistol down,
Pistol Packin' Mama, Lay that pistol down.
Drinkin' beer in a cabaret, And dancing with a blonde,
Until one night she shot out the light, Bang! That blonde was gone.
Lay that pistol down Babe, Lay that pistol down,
Pistol Packin' Mama, Lay that pistol down.
I'll see you every night Babe, I'll woo you every day,
I'll be your regular Daddy, If you'll put that gun away.
Lay that pistol down Babe, Lay that pistol down,
Pistol Packin' Mama, Lay that pistol down.
Lay that pistol down Babe, Lay that pistol down,
Pistol Packin' Mama, Lay that pistol down.
Now down there was old Al Dexter, He always had his fun,
But with some lead. she shot him dead, His Honkin' days are done.
I don't usually sing the whole song as I don't actually know the whole thing by heart, but this is the song my Grandma Barbara would sing to me when I was little. I can still remember sitting with her in the wooden rocking chair up in the "blue room" as she rocked me to sleep. She was also the best at patting out the rhythm on your back. You would fall asleep instantly. I know it's not the most appropriate song for young ears, but old habits are hard to break and it makes me think of my Grandma:) Svea loves it too, especially when you pat the rhythm on her back along with it:) If you've never head it before and would like to you'll find it HERE!

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