Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Sitting on the fender
Of someone else's truck
Drinking old crow whiskey and hot 7up
Out in the parking lot
You can hear the band playing
Right through the wall
And there ain't no cover charge
Ain't no last call out the parking lot
Now there's a couple of cowpokes
Puttin' up their dukes
There wasn't much to it after both of them puked
Out in the parking lot
Someone called the police
And the police finally came
They wrote 'em a couple of tickets
And took a couple of names out in the parking lot
I love to see the neon dancing on the gravel
I love to hear the pickup trucks come unraveled
Some are giving up, some are giving in
Looks like everybody's looking for a friend
Out in the parking lot
Whoops, there's a couple
Who could not wait to get home
Ah they're probably in love
So let's leave them alone out in the parking lot
The band is on the bus
They're all loaded up to leave
And the drummer's got a girlfriend
Tugging at his sleeve out in the parking lot
I love to see the neon dancing on the gravel
I love to hear the pickup trucks come unraveled
Some are giving up, some are giving in
Looks like everybody's looking for a friend
Out in the parking lot
Now everybody's gone
They've shot out all the lights
The dust begins to settle
And it's never been so quiet out in the parking lot
Out In The Parking Lot was written by Guy Clark & Darrell Scott.