Roger Miller
Well here I sit-a high, just gettin` ideas
Ain`t nothing but a fool would live like this
Out all night, and runnin` wild
Woman sittin` home, she got a month old child
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Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman won`t you weep for me
Sittin` around drinkin` with the rest of the guys
Six rounds we bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
I lack fourteen dollars havin` twenty seven cents
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They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar`s sweet and so`s maple syrup
And I`m the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol; I`m a son of a gun.
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