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Mister DJ won't you please me a song?
Play it for an old boy a long, long way from home
With a thousand ahead and a thousand miles behind
A in his pocket and a woman on his mind

You can pick out almost anything you
'Sweet Home Alabama' or let Waylon sing the blues
I don't care what kind of music as long as it sounds tough
Don't play any hurting songs I feel bad enough

Now don't get the wrong impression, I meaning to complain
But it would be Sunday morning and I guess it had to
I was doing pretty until I heard that darned old train
Going who knows

And I guess the got me feeling kinda low
And all I've got to cheer me up is all night radio
Why you play us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler
Roll my blues

Well, I her from a phone booth in St. Paul
When I her if she loved me, I got no reply at all
And if that's the way she wants it, that's the way gonna be
It might hurt a while but that's alright with me

I've been jamming and wondering what went wrong
And then I turned on my and I heard a country song
And it kinda keeps me moving, helps me roll on down the
But when you that hurting song I almost started crying

Willie in 'Whiskey River' with Hank Jr's rowdy friends
The Oak Ridge Boys sang 'Elvira', played the mandolin
Them old boys from Alabama put the to the metal
And let it roll, on

And I started feeling bad George stopped loving her today
Why don't you let old Mickey Gilly get on them eighty eight's
Come on and us something hot and let this eighteen
roll my blues away

Hey Mister DJ, hey DJ
Hey Mister DJ, hey DJ