Sunshine
beating on the
good times
moonlight
raising from the grave
String-band playing
worn out honkey tonks
pretty young thing
going dancing
in the rain
High heel
lady spitting
at the nickajacks
business man
with a needle
and a spoon
Coyote
chewing on a cigarette
pack of young boys
going howlin'
at the moon
Hey darlin'
sleeping on the blacktop
hey darlin' running through
the trees honey
hey darlin' leaving
for the next town
less'n my sense
catches up with me
Three dead
in a crash
on the number four
two witnesses below
and up high
not sure
who's will be done
you can call me a sinner
for a wondering why
Hey darlin'
sleeping on the blacktop
hey darlin' running through
the trees honey
hey darlin' leaving
for the next town
less'n my sense
catches up with me
Corn liquour tastes
sweeter in this town
could it be
it's the same
as the last
I swear I've seen
ya face elsewhere before
just as familiar
as a bottle and a glass
Hey darlin'
sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darlin' running through
the trees honey
hey darlin' leaving
for the next town
less'n my sense
catches up with me
Hey darlin'
sleeping on the blacktop
hey darlin' running through
the trees honey
hey darlin' leaving
for the next town
less'n my sense
catches up with me
Hmm hmm
Less'n my sense
catches up with me