Pistol Packin Papa

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[Verse 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!

[Break]
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(yodel)

[Verse 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

[Break]
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(yodel)

[Verse 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

[Bridge]
                                                               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

[Break]
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(yodel)

[Verse 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

[Outro]
                                             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
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(yodel)