Bill Anderson - Every time i turn the radio on

^CEvery time I turn the radio on some ^Fcat's singing a happy song About a ^Cwoman who wakes him up every morning and loves ^G7him ^CScrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life ^FButters his toast with a golden knife Bears his ^Ckids and nearly bout ^G7all of his ^Cburdens

And I just sit there staring at the wall ^Fwondering how I missed it all I've ^Cbeen out half of the night and I'm hung ^G7over ^CNobody woke me rubbing my feet ^FJust the sound of a jackhammer out in the street And this ole ^Croom ain't exactly a ^G7field of ^Cclover

Am I the only tavern-hopping ^Fbeer-can-popping fool left in the ^Cworld Am I the only sad-and-lonely ^Fmeek-weak-freak without a ^Cgirl No one to love and make me happy ^Fcall me baby or call me pappy ^G7Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needing jukebox-feeding Suffering son of a gun left in the ^Cworld

Every time I turn the radio on some ^Fcat's singing a happy song About ^Cthe woman who serves him love on a silver ^G7platter ^CMakes his coffee sweet and warm ^FHolds him in her loving arms I look in the ^Cmirror and I wonder ^G7what's the ^Cmatter