Dang Me |
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Words and Music by :
Roger Miller Arranged and adapted by: Publisher: |
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Lyrics: Well here I sit, I'm getting ideas Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this Out all night and running wild My woman sitting 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 would you weep for me Just sitting around drinking with the rest of the guys Six rounds bought, and he bought five Spent the groceries and half the rent Like fourteen dollars and twenty seven cents Dang me, dang me They ought to take a rope and hang me High from the highest tree Woman would you weep for me They say roses are red and violets are purple Sugar is sweet and so is maple syrup Well I'm the seventh out of seven sons My pappy was a pistol I'm a son of a gun Dang me, dang me They ought to take a rope and hang me High from the highest tree Woman would you weep for me |
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