Sleeping On The Blacktop

Sunshine beatin' on the good times

Moonlight raisin' from the grave

String band playing worn-out honky-tonks

Pretty young thing goin' dancin' in the rain

High-heel lady spittin' at the nickajacks

Businessman with a needle and a spoon

Coyote chewin' on a cigarette

Pack o' young boys goin' howlin' at the moon

Hey darlin', sleepin' on the blacktop

Hey darlin', runnin' through the trees, honey

Hey darlin', leavin' 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 whose will be done

You can call me a sinner for wonderin' 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 your 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

Less'n my sense catches up with me