Goat Annie - Carole King

When I was young I used to see her

Herdin’her goats on a hillside

No one knows and she ain’t telling 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 real 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 2I 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-guage

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