Oh my Mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say,
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
But now tell me what have I got?
I'm quick on the trigger with targets not much bigger
Than a pin point, I'm number one.
But my score with a feller is lower than a cellar
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 lock me up for murder.
Cause you can't shoot a male
in the tail like a quail,
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.
If I shot a rabbit
Some furrier would grab it
For a coat that would warm someone
But you can't shoot a lover
And use him for a cover
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellers
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 gu-un
With a gu-un
No, you can't get a man with a gun
A Tom, Dick or Harry
Will build a house for Carrie
When the preacher has made them one
But he can't build you houses
With buckshot in his trousers
For a man may be hot
But he's not
When he's shot
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
