Golden Age Of Radio (live From Dublin Castle) Lyrics by Josh Ritter
Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat
Makes you look like you are one of the boys
Out on a Saturday night
Meanwhile on the outside of the dance hall
I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy
On the outside of Memphis all the buildings look big
And the white picket fences all dare to charge around the lawn
And hold their heads up high
When my headlights find them out
They'll be the first to put their hands in the air
With my radio on
All singing a country song
Soft and low
So, living on the edge of the city limit line
This is where the boundary finally ends
And I swear that we're the last living souls
In a populated ghost town
All the billboards are our best friends
Oh, which way did our last chance go and can we
Get out if we go right now?
'Cause it seems that with the malls
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