Grannymar.

Where’s that pistol Grannymar?
Where’s that pistol gone?
Pistol packin Grannymar,
Where’s that pistol gone?

Oh, drinkin beer in a cabaret
Was I havin fun!
Until one night she caught me right
And now I’m on the run.

Where’s that pistol Grannymar?
Where’s that pistol gone?
Pistol packin Grannymar,
Where’s that pistol gone?

Oh, I’ll sing you every night Mayo
And I’ll woo you every day.
I’ll be your regular mama
And I’ll put that gun away.

Where’s that pistol Grannymar?
Where’s that pistol gone?
Pistol packin Grannymar,
Where’s that pistol gone?

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.

Where’s that pistol Grannymar?
Where’s that pistol gone?
Pistol packin Grannymar,
Where’s that pistol gone?

Pappy made a batch of corn
The revenuers came.
The draught was slow
So now they know
You can’t do that to Mame.

Where’s that pistol Grannymar?
Where’s that pistol gone?
Pistol packin Grannymar,
Where’s that pistol gone?

(Sung to the tune of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMDsV_lurd8&feature=related)