1.You Are My Radio
The melody thats calling me
Wont disappear
You are that sweet song that i long to hear
Youre my elation
Favorite station
That i'll never change
You are simply, so loud and clear
You are my radio
Ive gone headlong for your sweet song harmony
You are that sweet song that i long to hear
Youre at the top of
Never drop off of
My hit parade
You are simply so loud and clear
You are my radio
Your love is always on the airwaves
And its all for me
You are simply, so loud and clear
You are my radio
2.Anything But Love
I sing a song about clouds and rainbows
I hum a tune that sings like a dove.
Rhyme some words about anything
Anything but love.
I paint a picture of my prison
With blue and grey from the skies above
Framed and signed with the title
'anything but love.'
He had to go but i won't miss him
I have got better things to do
Like writing stories and painting pictures
Of anything but love.
I write a story about a couple
Steal a plot from an old movie
You can tell what inspired it
Anything but love.
3.Little Mother In Law
My old lady has got the cutest little mother in law
Shes just a little bit crazy
Shes the sweetest mom you ever saw
Shes the one that i adore
Shes the one who lives next door
Always love her just because shes the little mother in law, yeah
My old lady has got the cutest little mother in law
Shes just a little bit crazy
Well,shes just a little bit crazy
Shes the one that i adore
Only one woman that i love more
Always feel this way because shes the little mother in law
4.Wash Jones
I was talking to an oak tree
When the cypress butted in.
Out of car parts, a raven
Made a nest inside my skin.
To understand me better
You all ought to follow me home
I make a wish i clean the fish
I can scream like the cicada
Gin the seed right out of the bowl
Ride the train to memphis
When there's cotton to be sold.
To understand this better
You all ought to follow me home
Make a wish ＆ clean the fish
That's why they call me wash jones.
I feel like driving but my car won't run
I feel like plowing but my mules won't come.
I was lost down in the bottom
I was cutting through the cane
Tied my team up to a rusty trace chain
That's why they call me wash jones.
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