Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie - Buddy Miller, Marc Ribot

Well, here I sit high, gettin' ideas

Ain’t nothin' but a fool would live like this

Out all night and runnin' wild

Woman’s 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

I spent the groceries and a half the rent

I lack fourteen dollars havin' 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?

They say roses are red and violets are purple

And sugar’s sweet and so is maple syrple

Well I’m 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?