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?