| Song | Mr. Radio |
| Artist | Trisha Yearwood |
| Album | The Song Remembers When |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Roderick Taylor Music:Roderick Taylor | |
| Oh, what a sunny day | |
| When they carried the radio home | |
| Bringing him in off the truck | |
| And the dogs wouldn't leave us alone | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| We listen in a room | |
| Through the miles and miles of night | |
| Deep in the heart of the Bible belt | |
| In the golden radio light | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| And it's hard days out in the field | |
| The crows in the high tree top | |
| If a man's away from his home all day | |
| His chickens might fall to the fox | |
| Mr. Radio, what can you do about that? | |
| Uh huh | |
| And you can take me down to a river town | |
| Where the citizens dance till dawn | |
| They dance so close it's a sin almost | |
| The way they carry on | |
| Mr. Radio, I never dreamed you could | |
| And it's miles at the careless touch | |
| Of a tired hand in time | |
| When evening fell I heard a strange sell | |
| Dreams that were never mine | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| You come down here to keep us company |
| Lyrics: Roderick Taylor Music: Roderick Taylor | |
| Oh, what a sunny day | |
| When they carried the radio home | |
| Bringing him in off the truck | |
| And the dogs wouldn' t leave us alone | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| We listen in a room | |
| Through the miles and miles of night | |
| Deep in the heart of the Bible belt | |
| In the golden radio light | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| And it' s hard days out in the field | |
| The crows in the high tree top | |
| If a man' s away from his home all day | |
| His chickens might fall to the fox | |
| Mr. Radio, what can you do about that? | |
| Uh huh | |
| And you can take me down to a river town | |
| Where the citizens dance till dawn | |
| They dance so close it' s a sin almost | |
| The way they carry on | |
| Mr. Radio, I never dreamed you could | |
| And it' s miles at the careless touch | |
| Of a tired hand in time | |
| When evening fell I heard a strange sell | |
| Dreams that were never mine | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| You come down here to keep us company |
| Lyrics: Roderick Taylor Music: Roderick Taylor | |
| Oh, what a sunny day | |
| When they carried the radio home | |
| Bringing him in off the truck | |
| And the dogs wouldn' t leave us alone | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| We listen in a room | |
| Through the miles and miles of night | |
| Deep in the heart of the Bible belt | |
| In the golden radio light | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| And it' s hard days out in the field | |
| The crows in the high tree top | |
| If a man' s away from his home all day | |
| His chickens might fall to the fox | |
| Mr. Radio, what can you do about that? | |
| Uh huh | |
| And you can take me down to a river town | |
| Where the citizens dance till dawn | |
| They dance so close it' s a sin almost | |
| The way they carry on | |
| Mr. Radio, I never dreamed you could | |
| And it' s miles at the careless touch | |
| Of a tired hand in time | |
| When evening fell I heard a strange sell | |
| Dreams that were never mine | |
| Mr. Radio, you come down here to keep us company | |
| You come down here to keep us company |