Rays' Radio - Ray Carlisle

Rays' Radio Lyrics

[intro]
Okay drivers here's a little song i wrote little boogie tune called "Rays Radio" little song for that left lane goes like this come on back!
[Verse 1]
I got a four 'n' quarter cat sittin' under my hood,
I got 15 gears and my rubber is good,
I drive a air-ride pete, look good where ever i go, and there just ain't nothin' wrong with my radio
[verse 2]
i got an imported radio that sits on ma dash, i got a rode king mic, but i like to mash,
And when i keyed my mic my fellow truckers know there just ain't nothing wrong with my radio!
[verse 3]
well i was headin' to Memphis it was late one night,

when me and another hand got in a radio fight, well he went and keyed his mic but i took control of the show because there ain't nothing wrong with my radio!,
now when you get around a driver wants to throw a dead key, well you can find his ass if you just listen to me,
i used my RF gain and my squs control and that little bitty meter on my radio,
now when i found his truck i drove around to the back,
thats when i pull out my clines and i plan the attack,
next time he keys his mic thats when his finals blow and it burns up his kicker and his radio,
oh yea
[guitar solo 1]
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[verse 4]
Well i was sittin' in el paso just mindin' ma own,
when dispatch called me on my cell phone yeah,
they said sorry you're load is still down in mexico but there's just ain't nothing wrong with your radio!,
well i was kicked back in my truck later watching the two,
when a lot-lizard jumped up and showed me her boobs,
i lied and said i was broke so baby you better go and no you can't sell your thing on my radio,
well after sittin' all week, the weekend finally arrived,
that's when they called again and said we've got a surprise,
they said you still cant go cuz its an oversized load but there ain't nothing with your radio!,
aww pick it
[guitar solo 2 *final*]
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[verse 5]
well i delived that and i collected my dues,
that's when the office called and had some terrible news,
they said we got you a load going to el paso but there just ain't nothing wrong with your radio!,
well i'll help ya walk the dog, i'll help ya kick the cat,
i'll help you slide your tandoms or hang a mudflap,
but when you run with me when we depart you'll know that there aint nothing wrong with my radio!,
[verse 6]
well i might be hammering down i might be trashing around,
i might be sitting in the woods in a hillbilly town,
no matter where im at, no matter where i go, there just aint nothing wrong with my radio!, no matter where im at, no matter where i go, there just aint nothing wrong with my radio!,
[solo]
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[outro]
eeny meen miny mo can anybody hear my radio?,
if you drivers wanna get them radios right you need stop down there at clays little radio shop just west of dallas and fort worth on I-20, thats exit 370 come on back!,
how bout that east bound bob tail you know you ain't got no trailer lights?,
whoop whoop truck it up!,
radio!.
[the end holy shit]
Lyrics Submitted by brandon