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'd practice all day,
And now tell me what have I got?
I'm quick on the trigger with targets not much bigger
Than a pin 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 lock me up for murder!
And you can't shoot a male
In the tail like a quail!
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
If I shot a rabbit, some furrier would grab it
For a coat that would warm someone.
But you can't shoot a lover and use
Him for a cover, oh, you can't get a man
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 Tom, Dick, or Harry will build a
House for Carrie when the preacher
Has made them one.
But he can't build you houses
With buckshot in his trousers.
Cause a man may be hot, but he's
Not when he's shot!
Oh you can't get a man with a gun!
[Thanks to 19bundymorc for correcting these lyrics]