josh ritter
golden age of radio
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 outskirts of the dance hall  I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy  On the outside of Memphis all the building 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  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 Old Opry Show   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  Which way did our last chance go and can we  Get out if we go right now?  It seems that with the malls and the mega-church stadiums  We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on   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  Oh 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 but I feels good to touch  And I think that I could dance if I tried with your radio on   Oh when I've got a worried mind I know  I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline  On the Grand Old Opry Show