Golden Age Of Radio (live)

Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat
 Makes you look like you are one of the boys
 Out on a Saturday night
 Meanwhile on the outside of the dance hall
 I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy
 On the outside of Memphis all the buildings look big
 And the white picket fences all dare to charge around the lawn
 And hold their heads up high
 When my headlights find them out
 They'll be the first to put their hands in the air
 With my radio on
 All singing a country song
 Soft and low
 So, living on the edge of the city limit line
 This is where the boundary finally ends
 And I swear that we're the last living souls
 In a populated ghost town
 All the billboards are our best friends
 Oh, which way did our last chance go and can we
 Get out if we go right now?
 'Cause it seems that with the malls
 And the mega-church stadiums
 We would get out if we knew just how
 With the radio on
 All singing a country song
 Soft and low
 Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know
 I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
 On the Grand Ole Opry Show
 Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
 On by the reverend who shouts to the converted
 Have mercy on this boy
 He did it all by the book
 But still kind of has his doubts
 Yeah you look pretty good in that jonquil dress
 But your smile is a wooden nickel's pride
 And I know that it ain't worth much
 It feels good to touch
 And I think that I could dance if I tried
 With your radio on
 All singing a country song
 Soft and low
 Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know
 I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
 On the Grand Ole Opry Show