Pistol Packin Papa(Chords)

	        

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! 

( D  A7  D  A ) 

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 

( D  A  D )  

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 

( D  A7  D  A7 )  

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 

                                             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
	        

Written by Waldo O'Neal/Jimmie Rodgers