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