Chords for PISTOL PACKING PAPA by JIMMIE RODGERS

[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 [Bb] to 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] _ _ like [Eb] _ _
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 me, and they [Bb] 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 [Bb] have that funny [Eb] feeling, that [Bb] luring rambler's call,
I swing aboard some freight train, and I shoot my [Eb] pistol off.
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 [Bb] hide yourself someplace,
cause I ain't made for _ stoppin', and I come from a [Eb] shootin' [Bb] race.
[Eb] Old [Bb] lady, old lady, [Eb] old [Bb] lady,
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 [Bb] my [Eb] news for [Bb] roadster, [Eb] you can take [Bb] my hard-boiled hat,
but you can never take from me my silver [Eb]-mounted gat.
I'm a pistol [Bb]-packin' papa, _ [Eb] I'm going [Bb] to have my fun.
Just follow me, and you will hear the barking of my [Eb] gun.
The old [Bb] lady, old lady, [Eb] old lady. _