That Old Song on the Radio

I was driving down a two-lane road,

Sun sinking low, feeling worn and slow,

Bills on the seat and dust on my boots,

Just another night I gotta push on through.

Coffee cup rattling on the dash,

Hard days fading in the windshield glass,

Then a familiar sound comes through just so,

Like an old friend riding shotgun slow.

That old song on the radio,

Radio, radio,

Keeps me rolling when I'm low,

That old song on the radio.

Yeah it's playing soft and low,

Radio, radio,

Feels like home wherever I go,

That old song on the radio.

Mama used to hum while the oven steamed,

Daddy tapped time in worn-out jeans,

Three chords, truth, and a simple line,

Said life don't shine, but it works out fine.

I've heard it playing in a neon bar,

And whispering low in a parked-out car,

Funny how a melody you already know,

Can take you back where you used to go.

That old song on the radio,

Radio, radio,

Keeps me rolling when I'm low,

That old song on the radio.

Yeah it's playing soft and low,

Radio, radio,

Feels like home wherever I go,

That old song on the radio.

It don't promise much, it don't fix it all,

But it catches you when you start to fall,

Like a voice saying, son, you'll be okay,

Right when you need it to stay.

That old song on the radio,

Radio, radio,

Still knows things I never show,

That old song on the radio.

Yeah it's playing soft and low,

Radio, radio,

Every mile feels less alone,

That old song on the radio.

Yeah that old song.