Raised on the Radio

Fist fighters, dirt road riders Cutting through the night with our KC lighters Grab a coozy, grab a can Listening to our favorite bands Burning up on mainstreet Thought we knew everything We didn't know nothing We were solo cups And a cheap wine buzzing I guess Mom and Daddy tried to teach us to believe Didn't go with what we heard on those frequencies Cause we were raised up on whatever was playing Through the speakers of a door on an FM station Like a Friday night gospel, everybody needed to know, (whoa-oh) Nothing anybody ever said would compare With what we learned living life Through the static in the air From the wares to the waves To the ruts on that red dirt road We were raised on the radio Like how to drink a beer Or how to tell your Dad that you were with a girl But it wasn't like that Where to go when you know that you're lost Cause God, yeah, he blessed this broken road We were raised up on whatever was playing Through the speakers of a door on an FM station Like a Friday night gospel, everybody needed to know, (whoa-oh) Nothing anybody ever said would compare With what we learned living life Through the static in the air From the wares to the waves To the ruts on that red dirt road We were raised on the radio We were the boys riding around with nothing to do Burning up a back road Turning up the radio Living with nothing to lose We were raised up on whatever was playing Through the speakers of a door on an FM station Like a Friday night gospel, everybody needed to know, whoa Nothing anybody ever said would compare With what we learned living life Through the static in the air From the wares to the waves To the ruts on that red dirt road We were raised on the radio (Raised on the radio, oh, oh) Fist fighters, dirt road riders Cutting through the night with our KC Lighters Mom and Daddy tried to teach us to believe Didn't go with what we heard on those frequencies