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 all night a-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."