I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain
Well, these Delta towns wear satin gowns on a high-beamed frame
Loretta Lynn guides my hands through the radio
Where would I be, in times like these, without the songs Loretta wrote?
'Cause when you can't find a friend, you've still got the radio
And when you can't find a friend, you've still got the radio
I left a handsome, two-stepping, good ole boy in Tennessee
Now, he's sitting on the sofa, he's looking for his supper, wondering what's become of me
I've got a double-0-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the car
And I am leaving Mississippi with the radio on
'Cause when you can't find a friend, you've still got the radio
And when you can't find a friend, you've still got the radio
There's a moon across the border in the Louisiana sky
I smell the Pontchartrain, I hear silver wings and then, away Merle Haggard flies
That good ole boy will find a band of gold on the stereo
Hey, then my mama's gonna call and say, "Where's she gone?"
He'll say, "Down the road with the radio on."
When you can't find a friend, you've still got the radio
And when you can't find a friend, you've still got the radio