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.»