Kathy Mattea Listen To The Radio
(Nanci Griffith) I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain Well those Delta towns wear satin gowns In a high beamed frame Loretta Lynn guides my hands through the radio Where would I be in times like these Without the songs Loretta wrote? 'Cause when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio And when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio The radio...listen to the radio The radio I left a handsome two-stepping good ole boy in Tennessee Now, he's sittin' on the sofa, he's lookin' for his supper, Wonderin' what's become of me I've got a double-0-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the car And, I am leaving Mississippi... With the radio on 'Cause when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio And when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio The radio...listen to the radio The radio There's a moon across the border in the Louisiana sky I smell the pontchartrain, I hear silver wings And then, away Merle Haggard flies That good ole boy will find a band of gold On the stereo Hey, then my mama's gonna call and say, "Where's she gone?" He'll say, "Down the road with the radio on." 'Cause when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio And when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio The radio...listen to the radio The radio
