Dang me

Well here I sit, gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would 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.


They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so is maple surple
Well I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.

Roger Miller - One Dyin And A Buryin
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One Dyin' and a Buryin'
Roger Miller
Words and Music by Roger Miller

Well, I think I finally found me a sure-fire way to forget;
It’s so simple, I’m surprised I hadn’t done thought of it before yet.
It’s foolproof -- well it’s foolhardy, maybe, but who knows --
Anyway, here I am, walkin’ down toward where the cold, dark water flows.
All it takes is...