Dang Me

Roger Miller had a jazz musician's timing hidden under hillbilly foolery. Here a no-good husband, out drinking while his family waits at home, decides someone ought to take a rope and hang him, and the self-mockery is delivered with scat-like vocal pops and a nonsense rhyme of purple with maple syrple. The joke is on him, never on anyone else, which is why it still charms rather than grates.