coyote sing along hour
Corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town,
could it be it's the same as the last?
I swear I seen your face before,
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass
hey darlin'! sleepin' on the blacktop
hey darlin'! runnin' through the trees, honey
hey darlin'! headin' for the next town
less'n my sense catches up with me.