Mister DJ

[Verse] Mister DJ won't you please play me a song? Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind A dollar in his pocket and a woman on his mind You can pick out almost anything you choose Play 'Sweet Home Alabama' or let Waylon sing the blues I don't care what kind of music just as long as it sounds tough Don't play any hurting songs because I feel bad enough Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain But it would be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain I was doing pretty good until I heard that darned old train Going who knows where And I guess the combination's got me feeling kinda low And all I've got to cheer me up is this all night radio Why don't you play us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler Roll my blues away Well, I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul When I asked her if she loved me, I got no reply at all And if that's the way she wants it, that's the way it's going to be It might hurt a little while but that's all right with me I've been jamming gears and wondering what went wrong And then I turned on my radio and I heard a country song And it kinda keeps me moving, helps me roll on down the line But when you played that hurting song I almost started crying Willie drowned in 'Whiskey River' with Hank Jr's rowdy friends The Oak Ridge Boys sang 'Elvira', Ricky played the mandolin Them old boys from Alabama put the pedal to the metal And let it roll, roll on And I started feeling bad when George stopped loving her today Why don't you let old Mickey Gilly get down on them eighty eight's Come on and play us something hot and let this eighteen Wheeler roll my blues away [Outro] Hey Mister DJ, hey Mister DJ[x2]