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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? |