Every Time I Turn The Radio On

C F Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singing a happy song C G7 About a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves him C Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life F Butters his toast with a golden knife C G7 C Bears his kids and nearly bout all of his burdens F And I just sit there staring at the wall wondering how I missed it all C G7 I've been out half of the night and I'm hung over C Nobody woke me rubbing my feet F Just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street C G7 C And this ole room ain't exactly a field of clover F C Am I the only tavern-hopping beer-can-popping fool left in the world F C Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl F No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy G7 Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needing jukebox-feeding C Suffering son of a gun left in the world F Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singing a happy song C G7 About the woman who serves him love on a silver platter C Makes his coffee sweet and warm F Holds him in her loving arms C G7 C I look in the mirror and I wonder what's the matter F C Am I the only tavern-hopping beer-can-popping fool left in the world F C Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl F No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy G7 Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needing jukebox-feeding C Suffering son of a gun left in the world