Joe, Joe, Joe Diffie 1994, Joe Diffie comin' out my radio I'm just a country boy with a farmer's tan So help me girl I'll be your Pick-Up Man How 'bout a night to remember and a fifth of Goose 'Bout to bust out my honky-tonk attitude A little feel good

All we hear is radio ga ga You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio (radio) Radio goo goo Radio ga ga Radio ga ga Radio blah blah

I'm on fire Now I'm hanging ten now baby As I ride your sonic, wave Good God y'all Turn your radios on I'll appear right there, yes I will Turn me up real loud I'm in your ears

And mama’s good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home

And I don't even have to try And I don't see the world goin' by Just hangin' round Drivin' along with my radio on feelin' good Ain't got no lady but maybe I'm thinkin' I could I slept all day nothing to do I'm just hangin' around, oh yeah Thought I was

Like me and my down home boys Down here we keep the good times flowing, Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it, Yeah me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it

I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you I was there And it wasn't like that You came here Just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned

I get a good feeling, yeah Oh, sometimes Get a feeling that I never, never, never, never had before, no no

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing