Oh, my father
was frightened
by a shotgun, they say.
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be owed in the cactus
and I'd practice all day.
And now tell me what have I got?
I'm quickly on the trigger
With targets not much bigger
Than a pinpoint, I'm number one
But my score with a feller
Is lower than a seller
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 I shot the herder,
they'd holler bloody murder
And you can't shoot a male
in the tail like a quail
Oh, you can't get a man
with a gun
I'm cool, brave and daring
to see a lion glaring
When I'm out with my Remington
But a look from a mister
will raise a fever blister
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas
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 man's love is mighty
He'll even buy a nightie
For a gal who he thinks is fun
But they don't buy pajamas
For pistol -packin' mamas
And you can't get a hug
From a mother with a slugger
Oh, you can't get a man
With a gun