Pistol Packin’ Papa

I'm a pistol packin' 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 going 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 packin' 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 lorrying rambler's call
I swing aboard some freight train
And I shoot my pistol off

Sometimes one shot will do me
Sometime takes four or five
Sometimes I shoot all around
Before I'm satisfied

When you hear my pistol poppin'
You better hide yourself someplace
'Cause I ain't made 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 hardboil hat
But you can't never take from me
My silver-mounted gat

I'm a pistol packin' papa
I'm going to have my fun
Just follow me and you will hear
The barking of my gun