(roderick taylor)



Oh, what a sunny day

When they carried the radio home

Bringing him in off the truck

And the dogs wouldn't leave us alone

Mr. radio, you 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, you come down here to keep us company



And it's hard days out in the field

The crows in the high tree top

If a 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

They 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 strange sell

Dreams that were never mine

Mr. radio, you come down here to keep us company

You come down here to keep us company


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