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Roger Miller
Well here I sit-a high, just gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this
Out all night, and runnin' wild
Woman sittin' home, she got a month old child
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Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman won't you weep for me
Sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds we bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
I lack fourteen dollars havin' twenty seven cents
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They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar's sweet and so's maple syrup
And I'm the seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol; I'm a son of a gun.
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