| Listen To The Radio Lyrics |
| Kathy Mattea |
| I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain |
| Well those Delta towns wear satin gowns |
| In a high beamed frame |
| Loretta Lynn guides my hands through the radio |
| Where would I be in times like these |
| Without the songs Loretta wrote? |
| 'Cause when you can't find a friend |
| You've still got the radio |
| And when you can't find a friend |
| You've still got the radio |
| The radio...listen to the radio |
| The radio |
| I left a handsome two-stepping good ole boy in Tennessee |
| Now, he's sittin' on the sofa, he's lookin' for his supper, |
| Wonderin' what's become of me |
| I've got a double-0-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the car |
| And, I am leaving Mississippi... |
| With the radio on |
| 'Cause when you can't find a friend |
| You've still got the radio |
| And when you can't find a friend |
| You've still got the radio |
| The radio...listen to the radio |
| The radio |
| Solo |
| There's a moon across the border in the Louisiana sky |
| I smell the pontchartrain, I hear silver wings |
| And then, away Merle Haggard flies |
| That good ole boy will find a band of gold |
| On the stereo |
| Hey, then my mama's gonna call and say, "Where's she gone?" |
| He'll say, "Down the road with the radio on." |
| 'Cause when you can't find a friend |
| You've still got the radio |
| And when you can't find a friend |
| You've still got the radio |
| The radio...listen to the radio |
| The radio |
| The radio...listen to the radio |
| The radio |
| The radio...listen to the radio |
| The radio |