Lyrics Colter Wall – 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
Businessman with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on a cigarette
Pack of young boys going howling 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 whose 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
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 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
Less'n my sense catches up with me