| Chely Wright Listenin' To The Radio |
| He wears a Harley Jacket... & a kiss me smile. Through his steel blue eyes... I can see for miles. He digs big band music... & the Rolling Stones. But we listen to country... when we're all alone. 'Cause it makes me crasy... it drives me wild. I like my lovin'... country style. Well, we're listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway... feelin' like outlaws. Wind's 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 kiss'es... from the passenger side. 'Cause it makes him crasy... it drives him wild. He likes his lovin'... country style. Well, were listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway... feelin' like outlaws. Wind's 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. Listenin' to the radio. I slide on over... when the song slows down. I give him all my love... to through his arms around. We're so in love... we never touch the ground. Blastin' through the wind... in the wall of sound. Well, were listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway... feelin' like outlaws. Wind's 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. Listenin' to the radio. Well, we're listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway... feelin' like outlaws. Wind's 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 that we love. David Allen Coe Smooth As Tennessee Whiskey |
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