I'm a pistol packin' papa and when i walk down the streets
You can hear those mamas shouting 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 want to smell my smoke don't monkey with my gun.

Like a hobo when he's hungry like a drunkman when he's full

I'm a pistol packin' papa and i know how to shoot the bull
The whole of men don't hold me and they sure leave me be
I'm a pistol packin' papa and i ramble where i please.


Oh well, i have that funny feeling that luring rambles call
I swing aboard of some freight train and i shoot my pistol low

Sometimes one shot will do near sometimes it takes four or five
And sometimes i shoot all around before i'm satisfied.


When you hear my pistol puffin' you better hide yourself someplace
'cause i ain't made for stoppin' and i come for a shootin' race
My sweetheart understands me she says i'm her big shot

I'm her pistol packin' daddy and i know i got to drop.

You can hear my newsport roadster you can take my hartford hat

But you can never take from me my silver mounted gut
I'm a pistol packin' papa and i'm going to have my fun
Just follow me and you will hear the barking of my gun...