[Verse 1]
  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.
 
 
[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,
less'n my sense catches up with me.
  
 
[Verse 3]
  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.
 
[Chorus]
  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.
 
 
[Verse 4]
  Corn liquor 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.
 
[Chorus]
  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.
 
[End-Chorus]
  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.