When I was young I used to see her
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Herdin' her goats on the hillside
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No one knows
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And she ain't tellin' her age
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I'd say she's just about seventy-five
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She's an old timer tryin'
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To hold on to what she's got
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They call her Goat Annie
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I still remember the stories
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The townspeople told to each other
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Just because she liked her goats
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Better than people
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They said the devil was her brother
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She never paid them no mind
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She just kept on
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Bein' herself--Goat Annie
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She's a rare individual
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One of a dying breed
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Everything she's got
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Right now
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Is all she'll ever need
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One day the government decided
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They had to have
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The land she lived on
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They came with the papers
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Polite as could be
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They said she had just thirty days
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To get gone
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You could see them smirking
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We're just doin' our job here
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You understand, Goat Annie
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She said, I was born and raised here
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Ain't never done wrong to no one
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You ain't gonna
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Throw me off my land, not
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Me or my goats or my shotgun
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Then she leveled her 12-gauge
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With a blast, she sent 'em packin'
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Go, Goat Annie
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Next day they came with the lawmen
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But that didn't get 'em nowhere
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Rather than shoot
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At a poor old lady
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They decided to let her
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Live her days out there
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It doesn't happen very often
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But there are still some people
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With heart
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Like Goat Annie
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Goat Annie
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Carole King |