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    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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