Letra de Every Time I Turn The Radio On

Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singin' a happy song About a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves him Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life butters his toast with a golden knife Bears his kids and nearly bout all of his burdens And I just sit there starin' at the wall wonderin' how I missed it all I've been out half of the night and I'm hung over Nobody woke me rubbin' my feet just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street And this ole room ain't exactly a field of clover Am I the only tavern-hoppin' beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needin' jukebox-feedin' Sufferin' son of a gun left in the world [ guitar - steel ] Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singin' a happy song About the woman who serves him love on a silver platter Makes his coffee sweet and warm holds him in her lovin' arms I look in the mirror and I wonder what's the matter Am I the only tavern-hoppin'...