Pistol Packin Papa - Jimmie Rodgers

I’m a pistol packing papa

And when I walk down the street

You can hear those mamas shoutin'

Don’t turn your gun on me!

Now girls, I’m just a good guy

And I’m goin' to have my fun

And if you don’t wanna smell my smoke

Don’t monkey with my gun!

Like a hobo when he’s hungry

Like a drunk man when he’s full

I’m a pistol packing papa

I know how to shoot the bull

The hold-up men all know me

And they sure leave me be

I’m a pistol packin' papa

And I ramble where I please

When I have that funny feeling

That lorryin' ramblers call

I swing aboard some freight train

And I shoot my pistol off

Sometimes one shot will do me

Sometimes takes four or five

Sometimes I shoot all around

Before I’m satisfied

When you hear my pistol poppin'

You better hide yourself some place

Cause I ain’t made it for stoppin'

And I come from a shootin' race

My sweetheart understands me

She says I am her big shot

I’m her pistol packin' daddy

And I know I’ve got the drop

You can hear my new sport roadster

You can take my hard-boil head

But you can’t never take from me

My silver-mounted gad

I’m a pistol packin papa

I’m goin' to have my fun

Just fallow me and you will hear

The bangin' of my gun