DANG ME
Roger Miller - 1964


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?