Well I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain These Delta towns that 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?
Chorus: When you can't find a friend You've still got the radio When you can't find a friend You've still got the radio The radio, listen to the radio The radio, listen to the radio It's the radio
I left a handsome two-stepped 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-o-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the car And I am eaving Mississippi…with the radio on
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."