Every Time I Turn the Radio On

(Bill Anderson)



Every time I turn the radio on

Some cat's singin' a happy song

About a woman who wakes him up

Every morning and loves him



Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life

Butters his toast with a golden knife

Bears his kids

And nearly 'bout all of his burdens.



And I just sit there starin' at the wall

Wonderin' how I missed it all

I've been out half of the night

And I'm hung over.



Nobody woke me rubbin' my feet

Just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street

And this ole room

Ain't exactly a field of clover.



Am I the only tavern-hoppin'

Beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world

Am I the only sad-and-lonely

Meek-weak-freak without a girl?



No one to love and make me happy

Call me baby or call me pappy.

Am I the only low-and-lonely

Woman-needin' jukebox-feedin'

Sufferin' son of a gun left in the world?



--- Instrumental ---



Every time I turn the radio on

Some cat's singin' a happy song

About the woman who serves him

Love on a silver platter.



Makes his coffee sweet and warm

holds him in her lovin' arms

I look in the mirror and I wonder

What's the matter?



Am I the only tavern-hoppin'

Beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world

Am I the only sad-and-lonely

Meek-weak-freak without a girl?



No one to love and make me happy

Call me baby or call me pappy.

Am I the only low-and-lonely

Woman-needin' jukebox-feedin'

Sufferin' son of a gun left in the world?...