He who makes a beast out of himself Gets rid of the pain of being a man Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay I tried to drive all
Urban's on the country radio Oh, I want to cry in stereo Enhanced by that Aussie audio Yeah, Urban's on the country radio Urban's on the country radio Radio
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 Singing a country song
Somebody I love just up and left An' if I know her, she'll drive all night alone An' she just might have her radio on Yeah, I pray she has her radio
Radio Country, that sodomizin' beast Radio Country's been killin' me They take hurtin' music, they turn it to trash They fuck you right up in the ass
译文: 七倍，被报复. 蝙蝠国家（电台版）.
译文: 电信大厦乐团. 乡村道路（原电台现场版）.
译文: 电信大厦乐团. 乡村道路[电台编辑].
goes Urban's on the country radio Oh, I want to cry in stereo Enhanced by that Aussie audio Yeah, Urban's on the country radio Urban's on the country radio Radio
request Somebody I love just up and left An' if I know her, she'll drive all night alone An' she just might have her radio on Yeah, I pray she has her radio
tonk, if you love country Honky tonk, your whole life long Honky tonk, if you love country That's what keeps this country strong Honky tonk, if you love country
been home yesterday Yesterday... Country roads...take me home To the place...I belong West Virginia...Mountain momma Take me home...country roads Country
And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco And crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio
you, country music without prejudice, hey Country boys don't rock and roll Yeah, the record man told me so You'll never get it on the radio Why they
makin' radio wack, people have to escape But even if I'm banned, I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me Radio
Got a pot belly It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot Friend has
and liberations Great depressions and good vibrations And doors that once were closed were opened wide Oh, the twentieth century was quite a ride We had movin' pictures and radio And Broadway, country
a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio
