Select language to translate this lyric
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...
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Jimmie Rodgers - Famous Country Music Makers
- The Singing Brakeman
- The History of Country & Western Music
- You and My Old Guitar: A Tribute to 80 Years of Jimmie...
- Recordings 1927-1933
- Train Whistle Blues
- Rough Guide To Jimmie Rodgers
- The Best Of Country & Western - Country Blues
- Country & Western Legends, Vol. 2
- Classic Country and Western, Vol. 1
- Classic Country & Western Vol. 1: Any Old Time
- Country Favorites
- Any Old Time, The Classic Country & Western Collection:...
- Early Country, Vol. 1
- COUNTRY TIMES
- Early Country & Western Classics
- Country & Western Classics, Vol. 1
- Country & Western Evergreens, Vol. 1
- 101 Hits of the Twenties