Bill Anderson - Country d.j. Lyrics
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| Bill Anderson
- Country d.j. Lyrics
Album: Greatest Hits 2 [Varese] (Bill Anderson) I'm gettin' up when my next door neighbor's Turnin' off the late show and hittin' the hay I've got to sign on the radio station I'm what's known as a country D.J. Nothin' in the house but some instant coffee Doughnuts left from early yesterday Ain't exactly what you call a gourmet breakfast But rich boys don't play country D.J. Earphones, microphones, telephones Backbones just about to break now any day Phonographs, photographs, autographs Belly laughs, epitaphs, sure gettin' written this way. Lord have mercy on a country D.J. Two fan letters in my box this mornin' One from the boss says cut down the gab Woman wrote in and asked for a song For another woman's husband drivin' a cab. News machine must've run out of paper Last thing I have is the midnight report Weather forecast says warm and sunny Funny it was snowin' when I came in the door. Earphones, microphones, telephones Backbones just about to break now any day Phonographs, photographs, autographs Belly laughs, epitaphs, sure gettin' written this way. Lord have mercy on a country D.J. Another discjockey taught me the business Showed me how to talk and the things to do Poor ol' boy passed away last Monday Old age got him at the age of 22. Thirty more seconds and the fiddles start playin' Turntable's ready got my records at hand I still get a thrill every mornin' when I tell 'em Howdy there friends out in the radio land. Earphones microphones, telephones Backbones just about to break now any day Phonographs, photographs, autographs Belly laughs, epitaphs, sure gettin' written this way. Lord have mercy on a country D.J. Are you sure that Ralph Emery And Charlie Douglas got started this way I tell you I have to do everything around here Sign on, sign off, pick up records. Pick up trash. cut commercials Cut the grass, carry out orders Carry out garbage, answer to the boss Answer the phone, good mornin' radio station. No ma'm Porter Wagoner is not married to Dolly Parton Thank you for calling I tell you what I'm gonna get a real job I'm gonna pump gas, that's where my money is Anyway radio, boo on radio...
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