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