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TRISHA YEARWOOD >> Merchandise Links
TRISHA YEARWOOD
(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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