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 Nickajacks

Businessman 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 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