Well here I sit a'high, gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool'd live like this
Out all night and runnin' wild
Woman sittin' home with a month old child
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.
Just sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
Like fourteen dollars and twenty seven cents.
Roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so is maple syrple.
I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.
[Thanks to Don Blende, Tiffany Cooper, cat for corrections]
Dang Me Lyrics by Roger Miller
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]