Sometimes she runs, sometimes she don't
More than once she left me on the side of the road
The older she gets, the slower we go
But there ain't nothing wrong with the radio
She needs a carburator, a set of plug wires
She's riding me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn don't blow
But there ain't nothing wrong with the radio
Chorus:
I've got sixteen speakers 'cross my back dash
A little bobbing dog watching everybody pass
Dual antenna whipping in the wind
Man, there ain't a country station that I can't tune in
Well she ain't a Cadillac, and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothing wrong with the radio
I've got the best looking gal in my hometown
I asked her last night when I took her out
"Honey, tell me what it is that makes you love me so."
She said, "There ain't nothing wrong with your radio."
(Repeat chorus)
I got stopped by a cop late last night
Out of date tags and no tail lights
He said, "I oughta run you in, but I'm letting you go
Because there ain't nothing wrong with the radio."
(Repeat chorus)
Well she ain't a Cadillac, and she ain't a Rolls
But there ain't nothing wrong with the radio
This song reminds me of my Aunt, Janice, because she loves Aaron Tippin so much.
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