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Pistol Packin' Papa (O'Neal/Rodgers) - Jimmie Rodgers.lrc

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[00:05.52] I'm a pistol packing papa, and when I walk down the street
[00:12.54] You can hear those mamas shoutin': Don't turn your gun on me!
[00:19.59] Now girls, I'm just a good guy, and I'm goin' to have my fun
[00:26.70] And if you don't wanna smell my smoke, don't monkey with my gun!
[00:42.15] Like a hobo when he's hungry; like a drunk man when he's full
[00:49.14] I'm a pistol packing papa, I know how to shoot the bull
[00:56.49] The hold-up men all know me, and they sure leave me be
[01:02.91] I'm a pistol packin' papa, and I ramble where I please
[01:15.00] When I have that funny feeling that lorryin' ramblers call
[01:22.26] I swing aboard some freight train, and I shoot my pistol off
[01:29.07] Sometimes one shot will do me, sometimes takes four or five
[01:36.03] Sometimes I shoot all around, before I'm satisfied
[01:42.84] When you hear my pistol poppin', you better hide yourself some place
[01:49.38] 'Cause I ain't made it for stoppin', and I come from a shootin' race
[02:05.73] My sweatheart understands me, she says I am her big shot
[02:12.42] I'm her pistol packin' daddy, and I know I've got the drop
[02:19.08] You can hear my new sport roadster, you can take my hard-boil head
[02:25.95] But you can't never take from me my silver-mounted gad
[02:33.03] I'm a pistol packin papa, I'm goin' to have my fun
[02:40.14] Just fallow me and you will hear the bargain of my gun
text lyrics
I'm a pistol packing 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 goin' 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 packing 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 lorryin' ramblers call
I swing aboard some freight train, and I shoot my pistol off
Sometimes one shot will do me, sometimes takes four or five
Sometimes I shoot all around, before I'm satisfied
When you hear my pistol poppin', you better hide yourself some place
'Cause I ain't made it for stoppin', and I come from a shootin' race
My sweatheart 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 hard-boil head
But you can't never take from me my silver-mounted gad
I'm a pistol packin papa, I'm goin' to have my fun
Just fallow me and you will hear the bargain of my gun