Mister DJ Charlie Daniels
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[Verse 1]
Mister DJ, won't you please play me a song?
Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home
With a thousand miles ahead, and a thousand miles behind
A dollar in his pocket and a woman on his mind
You can pick out almost anything you choose
Play "Sweet Home Alabama" or let Waylon sing the blues
I don't care what kind of music, just as long as it sounds tough
Don't play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad enough
[Bridge]
Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain
But it would be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain
I was doing pretty good until I heard that darned old train
Going who knows where
And I guess the combination's got me feeling kinda low
And all I've got to cheer me up is this all-night radio
Why don't you play us something hot
And let this eighteen-wheeler roll my blues away
[Verse 2]
Well, I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul
When I asked her if she loved me, I got no reply at all
And if that's the way she wants it, that's the way it's going to be
It might hurt a little while but that's alright with me
I've been jamming gears and wondering what went wrong
And then I turned on my radio and I heard a country song
And it kinda keeps me moving, helps me roll on down the line
But when you played that hurting song I almost started crying
Mister DJ, won't you please play me a song?
Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home
With a thousand miles ahead, and a thousand miles behind
A dollar in his pocket and a woman on his mind
You can pick out almost anything you choose
Play "Sweet Home Alabama" or let Waylon sing the blues
I don't care what kind of music, just as long as it sounds tough
Don't play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad enough
[Bridge]
Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain
But it would be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain
I was doing pretty good until I heard that darned old train
Going who knows where
And I guess the combination's got me feeling kinda low
And all I've got to cheer me up is this all-night radio
Why don't you play us something hot
And let this eighteen-wheeler roll my blues away
[Verse 2]
Well, I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul
When I asked her if she loved me, I got no reply at all
And if that's the way she wants it, that's the way it's going to be
It might hurt a little while but that's alright with me
I've been jamming gears and wondering what went wrong
And then I turned on my radio and I heard a country song
And it kinda keeps me moving, helps me roll on down the line
But when you played that hurting song I almost started crying
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