Sleeping on the Backtop

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 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 4 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