Golden Age Of Radio Lyrics

Artist : RITTER, JOSH
Album : Golden Age Of Radio

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 outside 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
All singing a country song
Soft and low

So, living on the edge of the city limit line
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 mega-church stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how

With the radio on
All singing a country song
Soft and low

Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Ole Opry Show

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
It feels good to touch
And I think that I could dance if I tried

With your radio on
All singing a country song
Soft and low

Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Ole Opry Show