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Albums:

Ride Ride Ride: Live in Concert (Lynn Anderson) · Ride, Ride, Ride (Lynn Anderson) · Yoga Tribute to Rihanna (Yoga Pop Ups) · Walks Like Rihanna (The Wanted) · Lullaby Versions of Rihanna (Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star) · So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) · Technologic [Radio Edit] (Daft Punk) – and 90 other albums »


the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
the dial, portable Radio
I know I'm alive, so you can all go ride a bike
The airwaves don't lie

I listen to the radio, its better than the stereo
We
enough keeping gas in the car

But sometimes we ride around
She plays the radio up load
If I was sad, well, I'm happy now

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah
up
Swing by the quick stop
Grab a little shiner bock
Then ease on out your way
To your place around 8 o’clock

Well I’m just ready to ride this
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
baby, feel the wind in our hair
We were too young to know better and to cool to care
All I wanted was you by my side, baby, you're only along for
Maybe they come by land
Maybe they come by sea 
Maybe they've already come 
Maybe they come by me 
Slipping into the twilight 
I ride the broken
and the barn is jumping
It's alright we got time
Got a radio hit in mind
Can't see am I blind 

Every night and day
In the U.S.A?..I DELETE MYSELF 

Got
Hey Up on the Caprock
Me and my baby ride
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Cause this old Ford can still fly
Got Four Roses in a sack
An we ain't
a rider we go shoppin' like manana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She Jiggy like Madonna but she trippy like Nirvana
'Cause everything
Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like
I just want you
I just want to hold your hand
And go on rides
Where we don't know where we're going, you know?
I don't want to play these games
up
Swing by the quick stop
Grab a little Shiner Bock
Then ease on out your way
To your place around 8 o'clock

Well I'm just ready to ride this
to the south
The old bird's gonna nest.
The radio gonna play our songs sometimes
And make me smile, erase some miles,
And make the time go by.

Time as we
A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when you're down
Take me to the streets
Shout out to the people out there in the city living that life
We 'bout
Just gonna chill tonight
With you by my side
And look into your eyes
We gonna mellow out
Lay back on the couch
And maybe just unwind
And we
the curtains back and look outside
Somebody somewhere I don't know
Come on now child, we're gonna go for a ride
Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels
the curtains back and look outside
Somebody somewhere I don't know
Come on now child, we're gonna go for a ride
Car wheels on a gravel road

Car wheels
on the other side
I want to go for a ride tonight, tonight.

The night is black and the stars no longer burn
The radio says that we're past the point of no
ride

There's thin clouds dancing around the moon
The radio's knockin out a swingin' tune
Early mornin' driving with an angel close by my side
and me
You know we're startin' new just like you

So they ride
Side by side by side
Into the darkness
Every mile that they're passin' through
Just
just us on the road
So come on and ride with us
All aboard the magic bus
We're drivin' around
Just, just, just, drivin' around

Everybody askin' me
of number ten

Singing fare thee well
I am leaving
Yes I leave it all to you

You're the reason I'm leaving
As we ride along under an optimistic sun
The radio
plays the mamba
Listen to the radio
Don't you remember
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

We built this city
We built this city
shook all the hills
Who are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees

Chorus

We died in your hills, we