Sunshine beating on the good times Moonlight raising from grave String band playing worn out honky-tonks Pretty young thing going dancing in rain High heel lady spitting at nickajack Business man with a needle and spoon Coyote chewing cigarette Pack o' boys howlin' moon Hey darlin'! Sleeping blacktop Running through trees honey Leaving for next town Less'n my sense catches up me Three dead crash number four Two witnesses below high Not sure whose will be done You can call sinner wondering why Corn liquor tastes sweeter this Could it it's same as last? I swear I've seen ya face elsewhere before Just familiar bottle glass