coyote sing along hour
Three dead in a crash on the number 4
two witnesses a-blowin' up high
not sure whose will be done, you can call me a sinner for a-wonderin' why
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
corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
could it be it's the same as the last?
swear Ah seen your face before just as familiar as a bottle and a glass