He wears a 
Harley Jacket and a kiss me smile. 
Through his steel blue eyes 
I can see for miles. 
He digs big band music and the 
Rolling Stones. 
But we listen country when were all alone. '
Cause it makes me crazy. 
It drives me wild. 
I like my lovin' country style. [Chorus:] 
Well, were listenin' to the radio. 
Flyin' down the highway. 
Feelin' like outlaws. 
Wind's goin our way. 
Sittin' right beside him. 
Hell-bent, holdin' on. 
Flippin' through the stations. 
Lookin' for a fast song. 
Singin' along with the ones we know. 
Listenin' to the radio. 
Well, we stop for gas, but not for long. '
Cause that 
Philco radio keeps us movin' along. 
He floors that '66 
Mustang, rag top 289. 
While I blow him kisses from the passenger side. '
Cause it makes him crazy. 
It drives him wild. 
He likes his lovin' country style [Chorus] 
I slide on over when the song slows down. 
I give him all my love to throw his arms around. 
We're so in love we never touch the ground. 
Blastin' through the wind in a wall of sound. [Repeat chorus 2x]