Well, here I sit high, gettin' ideas
Ain't nothin' but a fool would live like this
Out all night and runnin' wild
Woman's sittin' home with a month old child

Dang me, dang me
Oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?

Just sittin' round drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought and I bought five
I spent the groceries and a half the rent
Lack fourteen dollars, havin' twenty seven cents

Dang me, dang me
Oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?

Roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar's sweet and so is maple syrple
Well I'm seventh out of seven sons
My pappy was a pistol, I'm a son of a gun

I said dang me, dang me
Oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?

Writer(s): ROGER MILLER<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com