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Hank Thompson
"Three Times Seven" lyrics

Three Times Seven

I'm three times seven, baby
I do as I doggone please
There ain't nobody
This side of heaven
Gonna get me on my knees

I'm a three times seven
I'm gonna have my fun
Well, I just won't tame
I'm gonna be the same
Till I'm three times twenty-one

I'm the big duck in a puddle
Don't you try to push me around
Cause I don't come in like no lion
Just to go out like a lamb

I'm three times seven, baby
That makes twenty-one
Well, I love on sight
And I fly by night
I'm a no good son of a gun

I'm rough and ready, baby
And I really feel my oaths
Now I ain't scared
Of no living man
Or any gun he totes

I'm a trifling troublemaker
And I'm really full of fun
Wild and wooly
Full of please
I'm a no good son of a gun

Well, I make my living loafing
I never did work a day
Working and me
Just don't agree
Cause I ain't built that way

I'm a rooting tooting rounder, gals
And don't you think that I ain't
Well, I might get around
To paint the town
But I never did like to paint

I'm three times seven
Do as I doggone please
There ain't nobody
This side of heaven
Gonna get me on my knees

I'm a three times seven, baby
And I'm gonna have my fun
Well, I just won't tame
I'm gonna be the same
Till I'm three times twenty-one