Lyrics:

(Nanci Griffith) I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rain Well those Delta towns wear satin gowns In a high beamed frame Loretta Lynn guides my hands through the radio Where would I be in times like these Without the songs Loretta wrote? 'Cause when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio And when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio The radio...listen to the radio The radio I left a handsome two-stepping good ole boy in Tennessee Now, he's sittin' on the sofa, he's lookin' for his supper, Wonderin' what's become of me I've got a double-0-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the car And, I am leaving Mississippi... With the radio on 'Cause when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio And when you can't find a friend You've still got the radio The radio...listen to the radio The radio There's a moon across the border in the Louisiana sky I smell the pontchartrain, I hear silver wings And then, away Merle Haggard flies That good ole boy will find a band of gold On the stereo Hey, then my mama's gonna call and say,