You Can’t Get a Man With a Gun Songtext
von Betty Hutton

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 practice all day,
And 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 shot the herder,


They'd holler "bloody murder"
And you can′t shoot a male
In the tail like a quail
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
Will raise a fever blister
Oh you can′t get a man with a gun.
The gals with "umbrellars"
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 gun, with a gun,
No, you can′t get a man with a gun.
A man's love is mighty
He′ll even buy a nightie
For a gal who he thinks is fun.
But they don't buy pajamas
For Pistol packin′ mamas,
And you can't get a hug
From a mug with a slug,
Oh you can't get a man with a gun.