Annie Oakley's Ghost
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Gonna get me a gun
And shoot me a man
'Cause he's given me more grief
Than I can stand
They'll say I'm possessed by
Annie Oakley's ghost
And when I'm finished,
That man will be toast!
Now I understand why
They sing the blues
'Bout how my man done me wrong,
It's nothing new.
My mama told me
To watch out for that kind,
But I didn't listen
Or pay her no mind.
For his sweet lovin'
I sure paid my dues
Gonna get me a gun
Here's one fight he will lose!
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