Dang Me

Well, here sitta' high, gettin' ideas,

ain't nothin' but a fool'd live like this;

out all night, n' running wild;

woman setting 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 wouldja' weep for me?



Just sitting 'round drinking with the rest of the guys,

six rounds bought, n' I bought five;

spent the groceries and half the rent;

like fourteen dollars and 27 cents.



So dang me,

dang me;

they ought to take a rope and hang me

high from the highest tree,

woman wouldja' weep for me?



They say roses are red, and violets are purple;

sugar's sweet and so is maple surple.

I'm the seventh out of seven sons;

my pappy was a pistol, I'm a son of a gun.



I say dang me,

dang me;

they ought to take a rope and hang me

high from the highest tree,

woman wouldja' weep for me?