Oo! Oo! Gotta tell this one about my mom.

My mother inherited her beautiful singing voice from her father. When she was 4 or 5, she was somehow encouraged to get up on stage at church and sing a song. Since they didn't tell her what to sing, she picked her favorite of the moment.

She began at the top of her lungs, "Lay that pistol down, gal. Lay that pistol down. Pistol-packin mama, lay that pistol down!"

That's about as far as she got. Brought down the house! But, she was never asked to sing again.........