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Musical: Annie Get Your Gun
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FRANK BUTLER: I'm honored, I'm flattered, This greeting really mattered. This welcome is grand But I'm really concerned. I like your attention But this I have to mention You're playing with fire And up to get burned! There's a girl in Tennessee Who's sorry she met up with me I can't go back to Tennessee, I'm a bad, bad man! There's a girl in Omaha, But I ran faster than her Pa, I can't go back to Omaha There's a girl in Wyoming, And they're combing Wyoming To find a man in white Who was out with her that night! There's a girl in Arkansas, The Sheriff is her brother-in-law, I can't go back to Arkansas, I'm a bad, bad man! I'm enlightened, but frightened. Though my int'rest you've heightened. It might turn out to be That too much, too much for me! So I'll go back to my tent, And someday when you're old and bent, Think of those you might have spent With a bad, bad man!
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