Dinky John

Dinky John - Charlie Feathers

Now little Dinky John

He was his Daddy's son

He was his Mama's lovin' pride

Owww Dinky John

Those he was only five

He wore a forty-five

A toy forty-five at his side

Owww Dinky John

Like every little boy

He had a favorite toy

And Dinky's favorite was his gun

Owww Dinky John

It made him feel so proud

To shoot his pistol loud

His cowboy hat and boots

They were fun

Owww Dinky John

Then one sunny day

Dinky went to play

For he had found his Daddy's gun

Owww Dinky John

He picked it up with pride

And swung it to his side

Off to shoot an Indian

Owww Dinky John

Then Dinky slipped and fell

His Mama heard him yell

She came runnin' to his side

Owww Dinky John

And there on the ground

His Daddy's gun she found

It lay smokin' at his side

Owww Dinky John

Now Mama don't tell Dad

It might make him mad

Cause I was playin' with his gun

Owww Dinky John

Now listen little boys

When you play with toys

Be sure it's not your Daddy's gun

Owww Dinky John

Can't you hear me calling you

Callin' you Dinky John

Callin' you Dinky John

Callin' you Dinky John