Mr. Radio - Trisha Yearwood

Oh what a sunny day

When they carried the radio home

Bringing him in off of the truck

And the dogs wouldn’t leave us alone

Mr. Radio

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

Come down here to keep us company

And it’s hard days out in the field

The crows in the high tree top

If the 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

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 stranger sell

Dreams that were never mine

Mr. Radio

Come down here to keep us company

Come down here to keep us company