[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Three dead in a crash on the number 4
Two witnesses blown up high
Not sure who's will be done
You can call me a sinner for wondering why
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
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 gla**
[Chorus X2]