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The Kingston Trio - Ann
I know I'll never meet another hunk o' woman like
my Ann. She makes me feel like a great big man.
I'm gonna go tell her mama what I think about her,
say, "Thank you, ma'am, for giving me your
daughter Ann."
She sure is stacked from her toes to the nape of
her neck, she's packed like a seed in a grape,
she's smooth as marble skin. When I see her I
believe I'm a real young guy and ev'ry time I go
to work I think I might die if I can't hurry home
again. If the good Lord worked all night a-makin'
me a female plan, I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord.
I'll just keep Ann."
How could I ever look at any other woman when I've
got Ann? I feel so good when she takes my hand.
I'm gonna go tell her daddy what I think about
her, say, "Thank you, man, for giving me your
daughter Ann." When I come home and I feel
like I've been run over by a ten-ton truck she can
rub my shoulder and ease my aches and pains. If I
lose my job and I'm down to a silver dollar and I
feel like a dried up gourd in a holler, she
soothes my brow like summer rain. If the good Lord
worked a hundred years at makin' me a female plan,
I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord. I'll just keep
Ann." I'd say, "No thanks, Lord, I'll
just keep Ann."
I know I'll never meet another hunk o' woman like
my Ann. She makes me feel like a great big man.
I'm gonna go tell her mama what I think about her,
say, "Thank you, ma'am, for giving me your
daughter Ann."
She sure is stacked from her toes to the nape of
her neck, she's packed like a seed in a grape,
she's smooth as marble skin. When I see her I
believe I'm a real young guy and ev'ry time I go
to work I think I might die if I can't hurry home
again. If the good Lord worked all night a-makin'
me a female plan, I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord.
I'll just keep Ann."
How could I ever look at any other woman when I've
got Ann? I feel so good when she takes my hand.
I'm gonna go tell her daddy what I think about
her, say, "Thank you, man, for giving me your
daughter Ann." When I come home and I feel
like I've been run over by a ten-ton truck she can
rub my shoulder and ease my aches and pains. If I
lose my job and I'm down to a silver dollar and I
feel like a dried up gourd in a holler, she
soothes my brow like summer rain. If the good Lord
worked a hundred years at makin' me a female plan,
I'd say, "No, thanks, Lord. I'll just keep
Ann." I'd say, "No thanks, Lord, I'll
just keep Ann."