Pistol Packin' Papa - Jimmie ridgers
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 sweatheart 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 bargain of my gun