Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat Makes you look like you are one of the boys Out on a Saturday night Meanwhile on the outskirts of the dance hall I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy
On the outside of Memphis all the building look big And the white picket fences all dare to charge around the lawn And hold their heads up high when my headlights find them out They'll be the first to put their hands in the air with my radio on Singing a country song soft and low
Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline On the Grand Old Opry Show
Living on the edge of the city limit line This is where the boundary finally ends And I swear that we're the last living souls In a populated ghost town
All the billboards are our best friends Which way did our last chance go and can we Get out if we go right now? It seems that with the malls and the mega-church stadiums We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off On by the reverend who shouts to the converted Have mercy on this boy he did it all by the book But still kind of has his doubts
Oh, you look pretty good in that jonquil dress But your smile is a wooden nickel's pride And I know that it ain't worth much but I feels good to touch And I think that I could dance if I tried with your radio on
Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline On the Grand Old Opry ShowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
