(Nanci Griffith)
I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain
Well those Delta towns wear satin gowns

In a high beamed frame
Loretta Lynn guides my hands through the radio
Where would I be in times like these

Without the songs Loretta wrote?
'Cause when you can't find a friend
You've still got the radio

And when you can't find a friend
You've still got the radio
The radio...listen to the radio

The radio
I left a handsome two-stepping good ole boy in Tennessee
Now, he's sittin' on the sofa, he's lookin' for his supper,

Wonderin' what's become of me
I've got a double-0-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the car
And, I am leaving Mississippi...

With the radio on
'Cause when you can't find a friend
You've still got the radio

And when you can't find a friend
You've still got the radio
The radio...listen to the radio

The radio
There's a moon across the border in the Louisiana sky
I smell the pontchartrain, I hear silver wings

And then, away Merle Haggard flies
That good ole boy will find a band of gold
On the stereo

Hey, then my mama's gonna call and say,