(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)