Ron Sexsmith - Radio

^G7The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill. They’ve picked all the berries that grew on ^CBlueberry Hill. ^G7The shameless and the appalling/have sunk things to a new low, What has become of the world that ^Cwe used to know?

Did I dr^Feam it? ^GWhat I ^Cmean is, I could’ve ^Fswore it ^Ghad a s^Coul, Mhmm I could ^Fhear it, ^Gsat right ^Amnear it/ Back when my ^G7whole world.. …was the radio^C

^G7Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song. I wish all those hacks would go back to ^Cwhere they belong ^G7The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be, Where grace and beauty are hung and ^Cburied at sea.

Did I dr^Feam it? ^GWhat I ^Cmean is, I could’ve ^Fswore it ^Ghad a s^Coul, Mhmm I could ^Fhear it, ^Gsat right ^Amnear it/ Back when my ^G7whole world … …was the radio^C

And ^Emeven though the writing’s on the ^Am7wall (wall) It's ^Emthrough rose-coloured glasses I ^Am7recall (recall) That ^Dgolden age ^Cof the ^Bordinary ^Aday...

Did I dr^Feam it? ^GWhat I ^Cmean is, I could’ve ^Fswore it ^Ghad a so^Cul, Mhmm I could ^Fhear it, s^Gat right ^Amnear it/ Back when my ^G7whole world … …was the radio,^C whoa-oh-oh-oh.

^G7The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill They picked all the berries that grew on ^CBlueberry Hill.