Pistol Packin' Papa
Written by Waldo O'neal & Jimmie Rodgers
Recorded by Jimmie Rodgers

(Capo on 1)

Intro.:  |(D) |(D/F#) |(A) |(A/C#) |(D) |(D/A)

I'm a (D)pistol packin' papa, and when I walk down the (A)street
You can hear those mamas shoutin', "Don't turn your gun on (D)me"
Now girls, I'm just a good guy, and I'm goin' to have my (A)fun
And if you don't wanna smell my smoke, don't monkey with my (D)gun

Yodel:  Oh-di-|(D)lay-ee-di- |(D)oh, di- |(A)lay-ee-di- |(A)oh, di- |(D)lay-ee |(A) |(A) |(D) |(D)

Like a (D)hobo when he's hungry, like a drunk man when he's (A)full
I'm a pistol packin' papa, I know how to shoot the (D)bull
The hold-up men all know me, and they sure leave me (A)be
I'm a pistol packin' papa, and I ramble where I (D)please

Yodel:  Oh-di-|(D)lay-ee-di- |(D)oh, di- |(A)lay-ee-di- |(A)oh, di- |(D)lay-ee

When I (D)have that funny feeling that lurin' ramblers (A)call
I swing aboard some freight train, and I shoot my pistol (D)off
Sometimes one shot will do me, sometimes takes four or (A)five
Sometimes I shoot all around, before I'm satis-(D)fied

When you (D)hear my pistol poppin', you better hide yourself some (A)place
'Cause I ain't made it for stoppin', and I come from a shootin' (D)race

Yodel:  Oh-di-|(D)lay-ee-di- |(D)oh, di- |(A)lay-ee-di- |(A)oh, di- |(D)lay-ee |(A) |(A) |(D) |(D)

My (D)sweatheart understands me, she says I am her big (A)shot
I'm her pistol packin' daddy, and I know I've got the (D)drop
You can hear my new sport roadster, you can take my hardboiled (A)hat
But you can't never take from me my silver-mounted (D)gad

I'm a (D)pistol packin papa, I'm goin' to have my (A)fun
Just fallow me and you will hear the bargain of my (D)gun

Yodel:  Oh-di-|(D)lay-ee-di- |(D)oh, di- |(A)lay-ee- |(A)oh, di-di-du- |(D)lay-ee