Sleeping on the Blacktop

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