Chords for Pistol Packin' Papa by Jimmie Rodgers (1930)

[Eb] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ I'm a pistol-packin' papa, and when I [Bb] walk down the street,
You can hear those mamas shoutin',
Don't turn your gun [Eb] on me.
Now girls, I'm just a good guy, and I'm going to [Bb] have my fun,
_ And if you don't wanna smell my smoke, don't monkey with [Eb] my gun.
Old lady, [Bb] old lady, [Eb] old lady,
[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
Like a hobo when he's hungry, like a drunk [Bb] man when he's full,
I'm a pistol-packin' papa, I know how to shoot [Eb] the bull.
The hold-up men all know [Bb] me, and they sure leave me be.
I'm a pistol-packin' papa, and I ramble where [Eb] I please.
Old [Bb] lady, old lady, [Eb] old lady,
When I have [Bb] that [Eb] funny feeling, that [Bb] luring rambler's call,
I swing aboard some freight train, and I shoot my [Eb] pistol all.
_ Sometimes one shot will do me, _ sometimes [Bb] takes four or five,
Sometimes I shoot all around _ before I'm [Eb] satisfied.
When you hear my pistol poppin', you better hide [Bb]
yourself someplace,
Cause I ain't made for _ stoppin', and I come from a [Eb] shootin' [Bb] race.
[Eb] [Bb] Old lady, old lady, [Eb] old lady,
[Bb] My _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] _
sweetheart [Eb] understands me, she says I'm her [Bb] big shot,
I'm her pistol-packin' daddy, and I know I've got [Eb] the drop.
You can hear my news for [Bb] Roadster, you [Eb] can [Bb] take my hard-boiled hat,
But you can never take from me my silver [Eb]-mounted gat.
I'm a pistol-packin' [Bb] papa, [Eb] I'm [Bb] going to have my fun,
Just follow me and you will hear the barking of [Eb] my gun.
Old [Bb] lady, old lady, [Eb] old lady, _ _ _ _ _
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