very coyote sing along hour
Corn liquor tastes better 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'! Headin' for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me.