Ann - Glen Campbell

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.»