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