Song parody of
Ghost Radio
by The Brian Setzer Orchestra
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As I came across the Pecos and broke west of the line
This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time
So I was racing through the rain with this rig from Tennessee
When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me
They were singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring
Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge
The announcer broke in, saying there was a bus trapped on the bridge
So I turned my rig around, I was axle-deep in mud
And I found those people stranded, the bridge was groaning in the flood
Still my radio was singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring
With the grinding of my engine, I hauled those people free
With the raging river rising, the driver came thanking me
So I told him about the message; he said, That can't be right
The storm knocked out the radio tower late last Saturday night
But through the static we heard singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring
Them old truckers gonna tell you down the lonely interstate
Out the dead air on the waveband, the Texas Playboys break
You'll hear a keening voice, Bob Wills is with you as you drive
And you'll know you got a broadcast straight from 1935
Can you hear him singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring.
As I came across the Pecos and broke west of the line
This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time
So I was racing through the rain with this rig from Tennessee
When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me
They were singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring
Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge
The announcer broke in, saying there was a bus trapped on the bridge
So I turned my rig around, I was axle-deep in mud
And I found those people stranded, the bridge was groaning in the flood
Still my radio was singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring
With the grinding of my engine, I hauled those people free
With the raging river rising, the driver came thanking me
So I told him about the message; he said, That can't be right
The storm knocked out the radio tower late last Saturday night
But through the static we heard singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring
Them old truckers gonna tell you down the lonely interstate
Out the dead air on the waveband, the Texas Playboys break
You'll hear a keening voice, Bob Wills is with you as you drive
And you'll know you got a broadcast straight from 1935
Can you hear him singing
I ain't sittin' in no shack
Got me a Ford right out the back
So come on and roll me over
If I ain't there in nothing flat
With a honky-tonk attitude
I'll be doing the straight line swing
Come on and grab your horseshoe
And throw it in the ring.
