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Shooter Jennings

Radio

 

Radio

(album: Sometimes Y - 2022)


Before the cocaine and the midnight train she was a pretty girl
Before the tears fell on her lonely smile she was a silly girl
She was dancing around like there was no one around there wasn't any girls
She was holding a bag over a mirror in class like one of many girls, many girls

When it was time to put it all on the line she was a ready girl
Taken the shots another one on the rocks she was a steady girl
Dope in the bag another tote in the trash it's just a pity girl
Never enough no it was never enough she was a gimme girl, gimme girl

And the beat it rolls over and over
Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on on forever through the stars it's solar
Yeah she's in the

Radio
Radio
The radio
Radio
Radio
Ah oh

Before the streets and all the lonely creeps he was a good boy
Before the goons he did it all for fun now he's a hood boy
He put the weight in the bag he carried weight to the ave to be the big boy
He got high on the stash yeah he got high on the glass now he's a sick boy, sick boy

And the beat it rolls over and over
Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar
Yeah she's in the

Radio
Radio
The radio
Radio
Radio
Ah oh

Fell asleep on the dash and then you wake up crashed yea it's a crippled world
Not awake for a ride well then your dreaming alive yeah in your little world
Out there chasing the thrills running away from your bills yeah it's a rigged world
Like a rat in a mill your running dead on your heels
Out in the real world, real world

And the beat it rolls over and over
Like the wheels under the Chevy Nova
It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever through the stars it's solar
Yeah she's in the

Radio
Radio
The radio
Radio
Radio
Ah oh
Radio
The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)
Radio
Radio
Ah oh
Radio
Radio
The radio (It goes on, it goes on, it goes on, it goes on, on forever)
Radio
Radio
Ah oh

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