DANG ME
Roger Miller

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  Here I sit high, gettin' ideas.
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  Ain't nothin' but a fool'd live like this:
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  Out all night, runnin' wild,
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  Woman sittin' home with a month-old child.
  
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  Dang me. Dang me.
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  They ought to take and rope and hang me
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  High from the highest tree.  (Whoop, whoop, etc.)
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  Woman would you weep for me?

Dang me.

Sat 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.

Dang me.

Roses are red. Violets are purple.
Sugar is sweet and so is maple syrple.
Now, I'm the seventh out of seven sons.
My pappy was a pistol. I'm a son of a gun.