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About The Song
Roger Miller’s “Dang Me” is a classic country song that has stood the test of time, released in 1964. Its enduring popularity can be attributed to its catchy melody, witty lyrics, and Miller’s distinctive vocal style.
The song tells the humorous tale of a man who has made a series of unfortunate choices in his life. He reflects on his past mistakes with a mix of self-deprecation and regret, ultimately concluding that “dang me” for his foolish behavior. The song’s playful tone and relatable themes have resonated with audiences for decades.
Miller’s ability to convey both humor and vulnerability in his lyrics is a hallmark of his songwriting. He paints vivid pictures of his character’s misadventures, making the listener feel both empathy and amusement. The song’s simple yet effective arrangement allows Miller’s vocals and lyrics to take center stage, further enhancing its impact.
“Dang Me” quickly became a chart-topping hit, reaching the number one spot on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart. Its success solidified Miller’s status as a leading figure in the country music genre. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal, and it continues to be enjoyed by new generations of listeners.
Lyrics
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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, and running wild
Woman sitting home with a month old child
So
So 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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Just sitting round drinking with the rest of the guys
Six rounds bought, and I bought five
Spent the groceries and half the rent
Like 14 dollers and 27 cents
So 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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They say roses are red, and violets are purple
Sugars sweet and so is maple suprple
But I’m the seventh out of the seven sons
My pappy was a pistol, I’m a son of a gun
So 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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