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