I'm a pistol packing papa
And when I walk down the street
You can hear those mamas shoutin'
Don't turn your gun on me!
Now girls, I'm just a good guy
And I'm goin' 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 shootin' race

My sweetheart 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 packin papa
I'm goin' to have my fun
Just fallow me and you will hear
The bangin' of my gun