Sleeping On The Blacktop

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

High heel lady spitting at the nickajack
Business man with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewing on [C7]a cigarette
Pack o' young boys going howlin' at the moon

Hey darlin'!
Sleeping on [C7]the blacktop
Hey darlin'!
Running through the tɾees honey
Hey darlin'!
Leaving for [Dm7]the next town
Less'n my [A]sense catches up with me

Three dead in a crash on [C7]the number four
Two witnesses below and [Bm]up high
Not sure whose will be [Am]done
You can call [Em]me a sinner for [Dm7]wondering why

Hey darlin'!
Sleeping on [C7]the blacktop
Hey darlin'!
Running through the tɾees honey
Hey darlin'!
Leaving for [Dm7]the next town
Less'n my [A]sense catches up with me

Corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
Could it be [Am]it's the same as the last?
I swear I've seen ya face elsewhere before
Just as familiar as a bottle and [Bm]a glass

Hey darlin'!
Sleeping on [C7]the blacktop
Hey darlin'!
Running through the tɾees honey
Hey darlin'!
Leaving for [Dm7]the next town
Less'n my [A]sense catches up with me