She's Not You

Pistol Packin' Papa - Jimmie Rodgers

I'm a pistol packing papa

And when I walk down the street

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 wanna 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 packing papa

I know how to shoot the bull

The hold up men all know me

And they sure leave me be

I'm a pistol packin' papa

And I ramble where I please

When I have that funny feeling

That lorryin' ramblers call

I swing aboard some freight train

And I shoot my pistol off

Sometimes one shot will do me

Sometimes takes four or five

Sometimes I shoot all around

Before I'm satisfied

When you hear my pistol poppin

You better hide yourself some place

'Cause I ain't made it for stoppin'

And I come from a shooting race

My sweatheart understands me

She says I am her big shot

I'm her pistol packin' daddy

And I know I've got the drop

You can hear my new sport roadster

You can take my hard boil head

But you can't never take from

Me my silver mounted gad

I'm a pistol packing papa

I'm goin' to have my fun

Just fallow me and you will hear

The bargain of my gun