Nothin' but blue skies, Hangin' over you and I. Listen to the Goodyear's roll Hummin' through the radio Let it lighten up your load Ain't got no place to go. Watching those fence poles fly, As the miles roll by, Embers in the ashtray,

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

I can do it I’m only human And I bleed when I fall down And I crash and I break down Your words in my head, knives in my heart You build me up and then I fall apart But I’m only human 'Cause I’m only human, yeah I can hold my breath

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up

Stay all night, runaway all night We're always waiting for the night So come with me where we can go where the light shines brightest We'll stay all night runaway all night? Shoot me down and I'll get up again Emotion running high with double meaning

Drop the beat and play it again Play it again yeah DJ play my song on the radio Lifts me up when I’m feeling low DJ spin it back If you feeling me The 808 track is all I need Watch me take it up, then I break it down I don’t play sports, but it’s a

When we go up We do it loud They never believe what we’re talking about Snare to the kick to the bass makes them jump Everybody listen Listen to the melody 'Cause we need each and everyone of you To go long with the song

Kick it back, find a good song on the radio, 'Til we get lost in a sunset falling Lay a blanket by the creek Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree No one watching Now there ain't nothing wrong, baby, you and I Gettin' down to some up all night And

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd