| Lyrics: | ANNIE OAKLEY:
Oh my Mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say,
That's why I'm such
a wonderful shot.
I'd be am out in the cactus and I practice all day,
And now tell me
what have I got.
I'm quick on the trigger with targets not much bigger
Than a pen
point, I'm number one.
But my score with a feller is lower than a cellar-
Oh you can't
get a man with a gun.
When I'm with a pistol
I sparkle like a crystal,
Yes, I
shine like the morning sun.
But I lose all my luster
When with a Bronco Buster.
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
With a gun, with a gun,
No, you can't get a man
with a gun.
If I went to battle
With someone's herd of cattle
You'd have steak
when the job was done.
But if shot the herder,
They'd holler "bloody murder"
And you can't shoot a male
In the tail like a quail
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
I'm cool, brave and daring
To see a lion glaring
When I'm out with my Remington
But a look from a mister
Will raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with
a gun.
The gals with "umbrellars"
Are always out with fellers
In the rain or
the blazing sun
But a man never trifles
With gals who carry rifles
Oh you can't
get a man with a gun.
With a gun, with a gun,
No, you can't get a man with a gun.
A man's love is mighty
It'll leave him buy a nightie
For a gal who he thinks is
fun.
But they don't by pajamas
For Pistol packin' mamas,
And you can't get a
hug
From a mug with a slug,
Oh you can't get a man with a gun |
