Tekst piosenki
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
