(Dinky, uh-oh Dinky John) 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) (Dinky, uh-oh - Dinky John) Can't you hear me calling you? (Callin' you, Dinky John) (Callin' you, Dinky John) (Callin' you, Dinky John)