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Well, here sitta' high, gettin' ideas, Ain't nothin' but a fool'd live like this; Out all night, n' running wild; Woman setting home with a month-old child. Dang me, Dang me; They ought to take a rope and hang me; High from the highest tree, Woman wouldja' weep for me? Just sitting 'round drinking with the rest of the guys, Six rounds bought, n' I bought five; Spent the groceries and half the rent; Like fourteen dollars and 27 cents. So dang me, Dang me; They ought to take a rope and hang me High from the highest tree, Woman wouldja' weep for me? They say roses are red, and violets are purple; Sugar's sweet and so is maple surple. I'm the seventh out of seven sons; My pappy was a pistol, I'm a son of a gun. I say dang me, Dang me; They ought to take a rope and hang me High from the highest tree, Woman wouldja' weep for me? |