Listen To The Radio - Kathy Mattea

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