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 out in the cactus and I'd 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
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With targets not much bigger than a pinpoint
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I'm number one
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But my score with a feller
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Is lower than a cellar
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No 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 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 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 I shot the herder
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They'd holler bloody murder!
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And you can't get a hug from a mug with a slug
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Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
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I'm cool, brave and darin'
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To see a line a-blarin' when I'm out with my Remmington
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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 umbrellers
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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 traffles 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 Tom, Dick, or Harry
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Will build a house for Carrie when the preacher has made 'em one
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But he can't build ya houses with buckshot in his trousers
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And you can't shoot a man in the tail like a quail
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Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
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A man's love is mighty
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He'll even buy a nighty for a gal who he thinks is fun
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But they don't by pajamas for pistol-packin' mamas!
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Oh, a man may be hot, but he's not
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When he's shot!
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Oh you can't get a man with a gun!
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You Can't Get A Man With A Gun
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| Reba McEntire |
