Radio -

It’s been years since I’ve seen Grace

Wrap her hands around my waist

Like I love that sour taste on my tongue,

am I too young

I’ve been told you were a liar

By the brimstone and the fire

I ain’t ever been so tired, I can’t sleep,

It’s killing me I will gather all my things, ready to roll,

Throw the whiskey bottle on the floor

Turn the T.V. off, let’s go again

I don’t think you’ll ever understand

That’s (why) I’ll I dance across the room with my radio

Kicking off my shoes and selling all my clothes

Running thru those woods, honey please come home

Well I know, we will soon dance again

It’s been years since I’ve seen Grace

Wrap her hands around my waist

Like I love that sour taste on my tongue,

am I too young

I’ve been told you were a liar

By the brimstone and the fire

I ain’t ever been so tired, I can’t sleep,

It’s killing me You still clean my dirty shoes

Take the heat where blame is due

Let’s have a smoke when you are through,

just a hypocrite, I need to quit

I’d love to live there for a time

Buy a ring and make you mine

Maybe lay me down some tile, floors,

I’ll make them yours

I will gather all my things, ready to roll,

Throw the whiskey bottle on the floor

Turn the T.V. off, let’s go again

I don’t think you’ll ever understand

That’s (why) I’ll I dance across the room with my radio

Kicking off my shoes and selling all my clothes

Running thru those woods, honey please come home

Well I know, we will soon dance again

That’s (why) I’ll I dance across the room with my radio

Kicking off my shoes and selling all my clothes

Running thru those woods, honey please come home

Well I know, we will soon dance again