Damn That Radio (Live)

Lyrics

Took a double barrel twelve gauge buck shot to her alarm clock She'll kill that George Strait "Baby Blue" with one shot She was a-cussin' and a-screamin' off the wrong side of the bed Madder than hell with him in her head Whole trailer park knew the radio had done it again Ah damn that radio for playin' their song Stirrin' up a memory she thought was gone God knows that old DJ don't know what he's done Ah damn that radio for playin' their song Well, she fired up the Chevy and she tour it up and down the rural route Rippin' on two wheels 'round the courthousе She was mad at George and WKXY But shе was lookin' for the sucker who had left her to cry Everybody in town was runnin' for a place to hide Ah damn that radio for playin' their song Stirrin' up a memory she thought was gone God knows that old DJ don't know what he's done Ah damn that radio for playin' their song Down at the station, Lord, the phones ring all day long The whole town callin', beggin', please don't play that song Now the preacher was preaching in the spirit of Jubilation To a sunny day, happy face, wedding congregation He read " 'til death do us part" straight outta the word Then a Chevy flew by and just flipped him the bird He said "Father forgive her" As the bride ran shakin' her fist (Get 'em bitch!) Ah damn that radio for playin' their song Stirrin' up a memory she thought was gone God knows that old DJ don't know what he's done Ah damn that radio for playin' their song Stirrin' up a memory she thought was gone God knows that old DJ don't know what he's done Ah damn that radio Damn that radio Damn that radio for playin' their song