Colter Wall - Sleeping On The Blacktop

Sleeping on the Blacktop by Colter Wall is a gritty anthem that casts a long shadow over the image of the American West, mixing themes of freedom, wanderlust, and the darker sides of human nature. It’s a tale that dives deep into the heart of country and folk lore, painting vivid pictures of life on the edge.
The sunshine and moonlight beating down on the characters in the song set up a classic contrast of day and night, symbolizing the cycle of good times and the ghosts that come with the night. Think of it as a nod to the dual nature of life, especially for those living on the fringe. The mention of string bands and honky-tonks, coupled with a pretty young thing dancing, introduces us to a world where revelry is an escape, perhaps the only bright spot in an otherwise tough reality.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Sunshine beatin' on the good times
Moonlight raisin' from the grave
String band playing worn-out honky-tonks
Pretty young thing goin' dancin' in the rain

[Verse 2]
High-heel lady spittin' at the nickajacks
Businessman with a needle and a spoon
Coyote chewin' on a cigarette
Pack o' young boys goin' howlin' at the moon

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Three dead in a crash on the number 4
Two witnesses below and up high
Not sure whose will be done
You can call me a sinner for wonderin' why

[Chorus]
Hey darlin' sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darlin', running through the trees, honey
Hey darlin', leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]
Corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
Could it be it's the same as the last?
I swear I've seen your face elsewhere before
Just as familiar as a bottle and a glass

[Chorus]
Hey darlin', sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darlin', running through the trees, honey
Hey darlin', leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me
Hey darlin', sleeping on the blacktop
Hey darlin', running through the trees, honey
Hey darlin', leaving for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me

[Outro]
Less'n my sense catches up with me