| I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain | 
| Well those Delta towns wear satin gowns | 
| In a high beamed frame | 
| Loretta Lynn guides my hands through the radio | 
| Where would I be in times like these | 
| Without the songs Loretta wrote? | 
| 'Cause when you can’t find a friend | 
| You’ve still got the radio | 
| And when you can’t find a friend | 
| You’ve still got the radio | 
| The radio… listen to the radio | 
| The radio | 
| I left a handsome two-stepping good ole boy in Tennessee | 
| Now, he’s sittin' on the sofa, he’s lookin' for his supper, | 
| Wonderin' what’s become of me | 
| I’ve got a double-0-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the car | 
| And, I am leaving Mississippi… | 
| With the radio on | 
| 'Cause when you can’t find a friend | 
| You’ve still got the radio | 
| And when you can’t find a friend | 
| You’ve still got the radio | 
| The radio… listen to the radio | 
| The radio | 
| There’s a moon across the border in the Louisiana sky | 
| I smell the pontchartrain, I hear silver wings | 
| And then, away Merle Haggard flies | 
| That good ole boy will find a band of gold | 
| On the stereo | 
| Hey, then my mama’s gonna call and say, «Where's she gone?» | 
| He’ll say, «Down the road with the radio on.» | 
| 'Cause when you can’t find a friend | 
| You’ve still got the radio | 
| And when you can’t find a friend | 
| You’ve still got the radio | 
| The radio… listen to the radio | 
| The radio |