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Lyrics by: Bill Anderson
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7 Oct '74 Country

Lyrics

Every time I turn the radio on Some cat's singing a happy song About the 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 Staring 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 rubbing 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 hopping Beer can popping 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 only Woman needing, jukebox feeding Suffering son of a gun Left in the world Every time I turn the radio on Some cat's singing a happy song About the woman who serves him Love on a silver platter Makes his coffee sweet and warm Holds him in her loving arms I look in the mirror and I wonder What's the matter


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Am I the only tavern hopping Beer can popping 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 needing, jukebox feeding Suffering son of a gun Left in the world

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