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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