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If you're driving into town |
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With a dark cloud above you |
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Dial in the number |
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Who's bound to love you |
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Oh honey you turn me on |
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I'm a radio |
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I'm a country station |
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I'm a little bit corny |
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I'm a wildwood flower |
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Waving for you |
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Broadcasting tower |
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Waving for you |
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And i'm sending you out |
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This signal here |
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I hope you can pick it up |
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Loud and clear |
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I know you don't like weak women |
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You get bored so quick |
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And you don't like strong women |
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'cause they're hip to your tricks |
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It's been dirty for dirty |
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Down the line |
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But you know |
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I come when you whistle |
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When you're loving and kind |
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But if you've got too many doubts |
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If there's no good reception for me |
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Then tune me out, 'cause honey |
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Who needs the static |
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It hurts the head |
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And you wind up cracking |
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And the day goes dismal |
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From "breakfast barney" |
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To the sign-off prayer |
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What a sorry face you get to wear |
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I'm going to tell you again now |
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If you're still listening there |
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If you're driving into town |
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With a dark cloud above you |
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Dial in the number |
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Who's bound to love you |
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If you're lying on the beach |
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With the transistor going |
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Kick off the sandflies honey |
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The love's still flowing |
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If your head says forget it |
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But your heart's still smoking |
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Call me at the station |
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The lines are open |