Lyrics:

Well, Here I Sit High, 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' 'round Drinkin' With The Rest Of The Guys
six Rounds Bought And I Bought Five
spent The Half The Groceries And All The Rent
like Fourteen Dollars Having Twenty Seven Cents

dang Me, Dang Me
they Oughta Take A Rope And Hang Me
high From The Highest Tree
woman, Would You Weep For Me

i Say Roses Are Red And Violets Are Purple
sugar Is Sweet And So Is Maple Surple
i Was The Seventh Out Of Seven Sons
my Pappy Was A Pistol, I'm A Son Of A Gun

i Said, Dang Me, Dang Me
they Oughta Take A Rope And Hang Me
high From The Highest Tree
woman, Would You Weep For Me

well, Here I Sit High, 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