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 
Chorus: 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 
Chorus 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. 
Chorus