Roger Miller

by Classic Country

19 Views Dec 05, 2025

Lyrics

Well here I sit, 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

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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
Like fourteen dollars and 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 seven sons
My pappy was a pistol
I'm a son of a gun.

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