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 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.