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
  
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  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
  
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  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.
  
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