Jimmie Rodgers — 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