Song | Mr. Radio |
Artist | Trisha Yearwood |
Album | The Song Remembers When |
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 |