Well,I sit here gettin' ideas
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.
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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.
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Song writers: MILLER, ROGER