Lyrics

Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't More than once she's left me on the side of the road The older she gets, the slower we go But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires She's riding me around on four bald tires The wipers don't work, and the horn don't blow But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass Dual antennas whippin' in the wind Lord, there ain't no country station that I can't tune in She ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio I got stopped by a cop late last night Out-of-date tags and no taillights He said, "I oughta run you in, but I'm a lettin' you go Because there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio" Got the best lookin' gal in my hometown I asked her last time that I took her out "Honey, tell me what it is that makes you love me so" She said, "There ain't nothin' wrong with your radio" I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass Dual antennas whippin' in the wind Lord, there ain't no country station that I can't tune in She ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio No, she ain't a Cadillac and she ain't a Rolls But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
Writer(s): Aaron Tippin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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