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

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