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(intro) This here's a little story about a girl who can't seem to quit killin' men
Annie lay your six guns down
Lest you find you're six foot underground
Put on your rouge, powder your nose
Hide your bow-legs under knee-high hoes
You done shot a man, girl
One, two, three, put him out of misery
Four, five, six, just to please them wicked kicks
You been burning powder
You better burn the breeze
Forever legendary Annie Departee
Annie lay your six-guns down
You've been spreading lead all over town
Better take your black hat and paint it white
'Fore a buscadero puts you in his sights
You done shot a man
One, two, three, put him out of misery
Four, five, six, just to please them wicked kicks
You been burning powder
You better burn the breeze
Forever legendary Annie Departee
Let me tell you a little story about Annie now
You see, Annie was known for her nasty reputation
Born with a short fuse already lit, and suffered from a chronic frustration
Most men would cower underneath the persecution of her pistol point
But every now and then, there'd be one seeking fame and find her at a local jip-joint
Somehow Annie always knew, and her eyes'd turn red
And all of a sudden there'd be a bullet in the belly of Fred, or Steve, or George, or Rick
It don't matter, guess why
Oh Annie, you done done it again, girl
You better change your evil ways
Ah- yeah that's it
Annie lay your six-guns down
Lest you find you're six foot underground
Put on your rouge, powder your nose
Hide your bow-legs under knee-high hoes
One, two, three, put him out of misery
Four, five, six, just to please them wicked kicks
You been burning powder
You better burn the breeze
Forever legendary Annie Departee
Annie Departee
Annie Departee
Annie Departee