Radio Stations

Flew back into town
On the red-eye last night
Not a dollar in my pocket
But I'm feelin' alright
Got to see my daughter
She means the world to me
Enough for me to pack my stuff
And head back to Tennessee
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs
It only took 40 writers
To pen your masterpiece
I saw you takin' credit
Sittin' pretty on TV
This outlaw act
If you can call it that
May help to draw a crowd
Yet you're in debt up to your neck
I'll bet your label's proud
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs
This city is an empty husk
Of what it used to be
What happens when money lust
Trumps real artistry
To the West
A country graveyard
With neon tombstones
In the East
Artists are leavin'
As they're priced out
Of their homes
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs
See I don't have the money
To hire a publicist
To grease the palms of DJs
Bloggers, and critics
If you give a damn about music
And you like what you hear
Then play this loud
Share it around
Lend me your ear
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs