Listenin to The Radio — текст песни (Chely Wright)

(sunny russ/stephony smith)



He wears a harley jacket and a kiss me smile.

Through his steel blue eyes I can see for miles.

He digs big band music and the rolling stones.

But we listen country when were all alone.

cause it makes me crazy.

It drives me wild.

I like my lovin country style.



Well, were listenin to the radio.

Flyin down the highway.

Feelin like outlaws.

Winds goin our way.

Sittin right beside him.

Hell-bent, holdin on.

Flippin through the stations.

Lookin for a fast song.

Singin along with the ones we know.

Listenin to the radio.



Well, we stop for gas, but not for long.

cause that philco radio keeps us movin along.

He floors that 66 mustang, rag top 289.

While I blow him kisses from the passenger side.

cause it makes him crazy.

It drives him wild.

He likes his lovin country style



Well, were listenin to the radio.

Flyin down the highway.

Feelin like outlaws.

Winds goin our way.

Sittin right beside him.

Hell-bent, holdin on.

Flippin through the stations.

Lookin for a fast song.

Singin along with the ones we know.

Listenin to the radio.



I slide on over when the song slows down.

I give him all my love to throw his arms around.

Were so in love we never touch the ground.

Blastin through the wind in a wall of sound.



Well, were listenin to the radio.

Flyin down the highway.

Feelin like outlaws.

Winds goin our way.

Sittin right beside him.

Hell-bent, holdin on.

Flippin through the stations.

Lookin for a fast song.

Singin along with the ones we know.

Listenin to the radio.