Pistol Packin' Trannie 2:54
Pistol Packin' Trannie 2:54

Songwriters and Publishers: Annette Marie Barkley(Annette Barkley Music/SOCAN), Jan Bidewell Buckingham(Duckhouse Music/BMI), Scott Barrier(Scott Barrier Music/BMI)
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Annette Barkley

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I was a mother trucker - that used to be my trade
I wouldn't swap a full load
For the memories that I've made
There was this one dark lonely night
When I saw her in the rain
Trying to hitch a ride with me on up to Bangor Maine

Couldn't stand to see a lady out there all alone
So I slowed down and said hop in this rig'll get you home
Her face was old and wrinkled
She looked like someone's granny
Who knew that she'd turn out to be
A pistol packin' trannie

Now that pistol packin' trannie
Is one of my best friends
Down in Alabamy they might not let 'im in
But here in Music City he's welcome at my door
That pistol packin' trannie
Ain't a stranger anymore

Long about the Georgia line we got stopped by a wreck
Next thing I knew a masked man held big knife to my neck
I raised my hands up in the air as granny drew her gun
One big boom and that baboon was lyin' in the sun

I could hardly catch my breath I'd turned a deathly white
I told my rider thank you - looks like you saved my life
The lady laughed and smiled at me as she pulled off her wig
There sat a manly version of that granny in my rig

Chorus – Repeat

Underneath the scarves and skirts
Was a guy I've come to like
But I kinda miss the frills and lace
I met him in that night

Chorus – Repeat
Repeat last line

Songwriters and Publishers: Annette Marie Barkley(Annette Barkley Music/SOCAN), Jan Bidewell Buckingham(Duckhouse Music/BMI), Scott Barrier(Scott Barrier Music/BMI)
© All rights reserved

Contact Information:
Annette Barkley

(615)484-8560 annettebarkley@gmail.com
nashvillepieholes@gmail.com