Every Time I Turn The Radio On — текст песни (Bill Anderson)

Every time I turn the radio on some cat`s singin` a happy song
About a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves him
Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life butters his toast with a golden knife
Bears his kids and nearly bout all of his burdens
And I just sit there starin` at the wall wonderin` how I missed it all
I`ve been out half of the night and I`m hung over
Nobody woke me rubbin` my feet just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street
And this ole room ain`t exactly a field of clover
Am I the only tavern-hoppin` beer-can-poppin` fool left in the world
Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl
No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy
Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needin` jukebox-feedin`
Sufferin` son of a gun left in the world
[ guitar - steel ]
Every time I turn the radio on some cat`s singin` a happy song
About the woman who serves him love on a silver platter
Makes his coffee sweet and warm holds him in her lovin` arms
I look in the mirror and I wonder what`s the matter
Am I the only tavern-hoppin`...