Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this
Out all night and runnin' wild
Woman sittin' home with a month old child
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman would you weep for me.
Just sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
I like fourteen dollars having twenty seven cents.
They say roses are red and violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so is maple surple
Well I'm the seventh out of seventy sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.
Lyrics submitted by kirkcrabb
"Dang Me" as written by Roger Miller
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