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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 nickajack 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 Lessen my sense catches up with me Three dead in a crash on the number four Two witnesses blown up high Not sure who's 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 Lessen my sense catches up with me Corn liquour tastes sweeter in this town Could it be its 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 Lessen 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 Lessen my sense catches up with me Lessen my sense catches up with me