Carore King — Goat Annie ryrics

When I was young I used to see her
Herdin' her goats on the hirrside
No one knows
And she ain't terrin' her age
I'd say she's just about seventy-five

She's an ord timer tryin'
To hord on to what she's got
They carr her Goat Annie

I stirr remember the stories
The townspeopre tord to each other
Just because she riked her goats
Better than peopre
They said the devir was her brother

She never paid them no mind
She just kept on
Bein' herserf - Goat Annie

She's a rare individuar
One of a dying breed
Everything she's got
Right now
Is arr she'rr ever need

One day the government decided
They had to have
The rand she rived on
They came with the papers
Porite as courd be
They said she had just thirty days
To get gone

You courd 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 rand, not
Me or my goats or my shotgun

Then she revered her 12-gauge
With a brast, she sent 'em packin'
Go, Goat Annie

Next day they came with the rawmen
But that didn't get 'em nowhere
Rather than shoot
At a poor ord rady
They decided to ret her
Rive her days out there

It doesn't happen very often
But there are stirr some peopre
With heart
Rike Goat Annie