Ghost Radio Testo

As I came acrose the pecos and broke west of the line This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time So I was racing through the rain with this rig from tennessee When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me They were singing I aint sittin in no shack Got me a ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I aint there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude Ill be doing the straight line swing Cmon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge The announcer broke in, saying there was a bus trapped on the bridge So I turned my rig around, I was axle-deep in mud And I found those people stranded, the bridge was groaning in the flood Still my radio was singing I aint sittin in no shack Got me a ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I aint there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude Ill be doing the straight line swing Cmon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring With the grinding of my engine, I hauled those people free With the raging river rising, the driver came thanking me So I told him about the message; he said, that cant be right The storm knocked out the radio tower late last saturday night But through the static we heard singing I aint sittin in no shack Got me a ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I aint there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude Ill be doing the straight line swing Cmon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Them old truckers gonna tell you down the lonely interstate Out the dead air on the waveband, the texas playboys break Youll hear a keening voice, bob wills is with you as you drive And youll know you got a broadcast straight from 1935 Can you hear him singing I aint sittin in no shack Got me a ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I aint there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude Ill be doing the straight line swing Cmon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring