If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you

Dial in the number who's bound to love you

Oh, honey, you turn me on, I'm a radio

I'm a country station, I'm a little bit corny

I'm a wild wood flower waving for you

Broadcasting tower, waving for you

And I'm sending you out this signal here

I hope you can pick it loud and clear

I know you don't like weak women, you get bored so quick

And you don't like strong women 'cause they're hip to your tricks

It's been dirty for dirty down the line

But you know I come when you whistle, when you're loving and kind.



But if you've got too many doubts

If there's no good reception for me then tune me out

Cause honey who needs the static?

It hurts the head and you wind up cracking

And the day goes dismal from "Breakfast Barney" to the sign off prayer

What a sorry face you get to wear

I'm gonna tell you again now if you're still listening there:



If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you

Dail in the number who's bound to love you

If you're lying on the beach with the transistor going

Kick off the sandflies honey, the love's still flowing

if you head says forget it but your heart's still smoking

Call me at the station, the lines are open.