coyote sing along hour, alcohol mention
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! leavin' for the next town
less'n my sense catches up with me.