When I was young I used to see her

Herdin' her goats on the hillside

No one knows

And she ain't tellin' her age

I'd say she's just about seventy-five



She's an old timer tryin' 

To hold on to what she's got

They call her Goat Annie



I still remember the stories

The townspeople told to each other

Just because she liked her goats

Better than people

They said the devil was her brother



She never paid them no mind

She just kept on

Bein' herself--Goat Annie



She's a rare individual

One of a dying breed

Everything she's got

Right now

Is all she'll ever need



One day the government decided

They had to have

The land she lived on

They came with the papers

Polite as could be

They said she had just thirty days

To get gone



You could see them smirking

We're just doin' our job here

You understand, Goat Annie 



She said, I was born and raised here

Ain't never done wrong to no one

You ain't gonna

Throw me off my land, not

Me or my goats or my shotgun



Then she leveled her 12-gauge

With a blast, she sent 'em packin'

Go, Goat Annie



Next day they came with the lawmen

But that didn't get 'em nowhere

Rather than shoot 

At a poor old lady

They decided to let her

Live her days out there



It doesn't happen very often

But there are still some people 

With heart

Like Goat Annie