[Verse 1] The old county radio is singing through the wall A little bit of static, a little bit of fall Your picture on the mantel leans toward the light And I remember every reason I came home tonight [Pre-Chorus] Some things never lose their sound Some roots keep holding ground [Chorus] Turn up the old county radio Let the sweet wheels of memory roll There is a song in every scar, a road in every mile And the longest night grows gentle when you hear a loved one smile Turn up the old county radio Let it carry what we need to know I am not alone, I am not alone [Verse 2] The kitchen clock is counting like a metronome of rain We learned to call it living, we learned to call it pain But morning finds a way through every boarded door And I can feel the future waiting like it waited once before [Bridge] If the world gets loud and hard Meet me by the backyard stars [Outro] Turn up the old county radio Let the sweet wheels of memory roll
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