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
Packin' young boys going howlin' at the moon
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
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 who's will be done
You can call me a sinner for wondering why
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Corn liquour tastes sweeter in this town
Could it be the same as the last?
I swear I've seen ya face elsewhere before
Just as familiar as a bottle and a glass
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
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
Packin' young boys going howlin' at the moon
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
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 who's will be done
You can call me a sinner for wondering why
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Corn liquour tastes sweeter in this town
Could it be the same as the last?
I swear I've seen ya face elsewhere before
Just as familiar as a bottle and a glass
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Hey darling
Sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darling
Running through the trees, honey
Hey darling
Leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Credits
Writer(s): Colter Bradley Wall
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