Bernadette Peters
You Can’t Get a Man With a Gun
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Oh my mother was frightened by a shotgun they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'll be out in the cactus
And I'd practice all day
And now tell me what have I got
I'm quick 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 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 hollered bloody murder
And you can't get a hug from a mug with a slug
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
Would raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas
Are always out with fellas
In the rain or the blazin' sun
But a man never trifles
With gals who carries 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 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
And you can't shoot a male in the tail like a quail
Oh you can't get a man with a gun
A man's love is mighty
He'll even buy a nightie
For a gal that he thinks is fun
But they don't buy pajamas
For pistol packin' mamas
For a man may be hot
But he's not when he's shot
Oh you can't get a man with a gun