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Verse 1
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I'm a pistol- packin' papa,
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and when I walk down the streets
You can hear those mamas shouting
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"don't turn your gun on me"
Now girls, I'm just a good guy
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and I'm going to have my fun
And if you don't want to smell my smoke,
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don't monkey with my gun
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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Like a hobo when he's hungry,
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like a drunk man when he's full
I'm a pistol- packin' papa and I
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know how to shoot the bull
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The whole of men don't hold me
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and they sure leave me be
I'm a pistol- packin' papa and I
ramble where I please
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Verse 3
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Oh well, I have that funny feeling,
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that luring ramble's call
I swing aboard of some freight train
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and I shoot my pistol low
Sometimes one shot will do,
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near sometimes it takes four or five
And sometimes I shoot all around
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before I'm satisfied
Verse 4
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hear my pistol puffin' you bet
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ter hide yourself someplace
'Cause I ain't made for stoppin' and I come for a shoot
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in' race
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My sweetheart understands me,
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she says I'm her big shot
I'm her pistol- packin' daddy
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and I know I got to drop
Verse 5
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You can hear my Newsport roadster,
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you can take my Hartford hat
But you can never take from me
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my silver- mounted gat
I'm a pistol- packin' papa and
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I'm going to have my fun
Just follow me and you will
hear the barking of my gun
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