Radio, radio, radio I left a hand handsome to death, good old boy in Tennessee.

Now he's sitting on the sofa, looking for his self and wondering what's becoming me.

I've got a 0018 mark guitar in the back seat of my car.

Hey, I'm leaving Mississippi with you.

You can't find a friend.

You still got the rain.

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