Pistol Packin Papa

[Verso 1] A7 I'm a pistol packin' papa and when I walk down the street D/A D You can hear those mamas shoutin': Don't turn your gun on me! A7 Now girls, I'm just a good guy and I'm goin' to have my fun A D And if you don't wanna smell my smoke, don't monkey with my gun! ( D A7 D A ) [Verso 2] D A7 Like a hobo when he's hungry, like a drunk man when he's full D I'm a pistol packin' papa, I know how to shoot the bull A7 The hold-up men all know me and they sure leave me be D I'm a pistol packin' papa and I ramble where I please ( D A D ) [Verso 3] A A7 When I have that funny feeling, that luring ramblers call D I swing aboard some freight train and I shoot my pistol off A Sometimes one shot will do me, sometimes takes four 'o five A7 D Sometimes I shoot all around, before I'm satisfied [Ponte] A7 When you hear my pistol poppin', you better hide yourself some place A D Cause I ain't made it for stoppin' and I come from a shootin' race ( D A7 D A7 ) [Verso 4] D A7 My sweetheart understands me, she says I am her big shot D I'm her pistol packin' daddy and I know I've got the drop A You can give new sport roadster, you can take my hard boiled hat A7 A D But you can't never take from me, my silver-mounted gad A7 I'm a pistol packin' papa, I'm goin' to have my fun A D Just follow me and you will hear, the barkin' of my gun Final: D A7 D