Текст песни Bill Anderson - Every Time I Turn The Radio On
Bill Anderson - Every Time I Turn The Radio On слова песни
Every time I turn the radio on some cat`s singin` a happy songAbout a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves himScrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life butters his toast with a golden knifeBears his kids and nearly bout all of his burdensAnd I just sit there starin` at the wall wonderin` how I missed it allI`ve been out half of the night and I`m hung overNobody woke me rubbin` my feet just the sound of a jackhammer out in the streetAnd this ole room ain`t exactly a field of cloverAm I the only tavern-hoppin` beer-can-poppin` fool left in the worldAm I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girlNo one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappyAm 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 songAbout the woman who serves him love on a silver platterMakes his coffee sweet and warm holds him in her lovin` armsI look in the mirror and I wonder what`s the matterAm I the only tavern-hoppin`...