coyote sing along hour
Corn liquor tastes sweeter in this down
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 mah sense catches up with me