coyote sing along hour
corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
could it be it's the same as the last
swear I seen your face elsewhere 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