Golden Age of Radio

[Verse 1] Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat Makes you look like you are one of the boys Out on a Saturday night Meanwhile on the outskirts of the dance hall I’m a joke that you’d probably enjoy On the outside of Memphis, all the buildings look big And the white picket fences all dare to charge around the lawn And hold their heads up high when my headlights find them out They’ll be the first to put their hands in the air with my radio on Oh, singing a country song, soft and low [Verse 2] So, living on the edge of the city limit lines This is where the boundary finally ends And I swear that we’re the last living souls In a populated ghost town All the billboards are our best friends Oh, which way did our last chance go and can we Get out if we go right now? Cause it seems that with the malls and the megachurch stadiums We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on [Chorus] Oh, singing a country song, soft and low Ooh, when I’ve got a worried mind, I know I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline On the Grand Old Opry Show [Verse 3] Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off On by the reverend who shouts to the converted Have mercy on this boy, he did it all by the book But still kind of has his doubts Yeah, you look pretty good in that jonquil dress But your smile is a wooden nickel’s pride And I know that it ain’t worth much but it feels good to touch And I think that I could dance if I tried with your radio on [Chorus]