Pistol Packin’ Papa Songtext
von Hank Snow

I am 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 drunk man 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


Well, I have that funny feeling that luring ramblers 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 stopping and I come from a shooting race
My sweetheart understands me, she says I'm her big shot
I′m her pistol packin' daddy and I know I′ve got to drop

You can hear my new sport 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