Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman



Black cat crossed our path

On little fog feet

There's crows riding beside my window

We left superstition on the roadside

A few cities ago

They spent our souls, maybe

But they didn't take our smiles



We listen, we shake, the radio



There's a sweet corn princess smiling

To the words on the glass

Remember we stopped for tamales last time?

But now the lights from the town

Are fading with radio

There's another song playing

And we can hear it

In the wind outside



We listen, we shake to the radio

We listen, to the radio



Little black kitty crossed our path

Wearing little fog feet

And the crows they're just drifters

Through my window

Late night cities lights are growing sharper

And there's another song

I see pouring from the look

In your eyes



We listen, we shake to the radio

We listen, we shake, to the radio, radio