Im a pistol packin papa And when I walk down the street You can hear those mamas shoutin Dont turn your gun on me Now girls, Im just a good guy And Im going to have my fun And if you dont wanna smell my smoke Dont monkey with my gun Like a hobo when hes hungry Like a drunk man when hes full Im a pistol packin papa I know how to shoot the bull The holdup men all know me And they sure leave me be Im a pistol packin papa And I ramble where I please When I have that funny feeling That lorrying ramblers 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 Im satisfied When you hear my pistol poppin You better hide yourself someplace Cause I aint made for stoppin And I come from a shootin race My sweetheart understands me She says I am her big shot Im her pistol packin daddy And I know Ive got the drop You can hear my new sport roadster You can take my hardboil hat But you cant never take from me My silvermounted gat Im a pistol packin papa Im going to have my fun Just follow me and you will hear The barking of my gun
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