Sleeping on the Blacktop

Sunshine beating on the good times Moonlight raising from the grave String band playing worn out honky-tonks Pretty young thing going dancing in the rain High heel lady spitting at the nickajack Business man with a needle and a spoon Coyote chewing on a cigarette Pack o' 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 whose will be done You can call me a sinner for 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 liquor 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