| If you’re driving into town
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| With a dark cloud above you
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| Dial in the number
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| Who’s bound to love you
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| Oh honey you turn me on
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| I’m a radio
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| I’m a country station
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| I’m a little bit corny
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| I’m a wildwood flower
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| Waving for you
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| Broadcasting tower
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| Waving for you
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| And I’m sending you out
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| This signal here
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| I hope you can pick it up
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| Loud and clear
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| I know you don’t like weak women
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| You get bored so quick
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| And you don’t like strong women
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| 'Cause they’re hip to your tricks
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| It’s been dirty for dirty
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| Down the line
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| But you know
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| I come when you whistle
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| When you’re loving and kind
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| But if you’ve got too many doubts
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| If there’s no good reception for me
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| Then tune me out, 'cause honey
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| Who needs the static
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| It hurts the head
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| And you wind up cracking
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| And the day goes dismal
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| From «Breakfast Barney»
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| To the sign-off prayer
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| What a sorry face you get to wear
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| I’m going to tell you again now
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| If you’re still listening there
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| If you’re driving into town
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| With a dark cloud above you
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| Dial in the number
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| Who’s bound to love you
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| If you’re lying on the beach
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| With the transistor going
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| Kick off the sand cause honey
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| The love’s still flowing
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| If your head says forget it
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| But your heart’s still smoking
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| Call me at the station
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| The lines are open |