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.