This here's a little story about a girl who can't seem to quit killing men • Annie lay your six-guns down • Lest you find you're six foot under ground • 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 burnin' powder • You better burn the breeze • Forever legend as Annie Departee • Annie lay your six-guns down • You've been spreadin' 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, now • Chorus Repeat • 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 • Oh Annie, you done done it again, girl • You better change your evil ways • First Verse Repeat • Chorus Repeat