by Roger Miller
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Beau Beau Beau Beau Beum
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Well, here I sat high, getting ideas.
I ain't nothing but a fool to live like this.
Out all night, running wild,
Woman sitting home with a month old child.
Chorus:
I said, Dang me, Dang me
They ought to take a rope and hang me.
High, from the highest tree.
Woman would you weep for me
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Beau Beau Beau Beum
One More time
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Sitting round drinking with the rest of the guys.
Six rounds bought, and I bought five.
I spent the groceries and half the rent,
Like 14 dollers and 27 cents.
Chorus:
I said, Dang me, Dang me
They ought to take a rope and hang me.
High, from the highest tree.
Woman, would you weep for me
Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Beup Buep
Beau Beau Beau Beum
One More time
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Beau Beau Beau Beum
Roses are red, and violets are purple
Sugars sweet and so is maple surple.
But I'm the seventh out of the seven sons.
My daddy was a pistol, I'm a son of a gun.
Chorus:
I said, Dang me, Dang me
They ought to take a rope and hang me.
High, from the highest tree.
Woman would you weep for me
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Beau Beau Beau Beum
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Beau Beau Beau Beum
Beau Beau Beau Beap
