Kathy Mattea - Lonely At The Bottom Lyrics
(Nanci Griffith)I am leaving Mississippi in the evening rainWell those Delta towns wear satin gownsIn a high beamed frameLoretta Lynn guides my hands through the radioWhere would I be in times like theseWithout the songs Loretta wrote?'Cause when you can't find a friendYou've still got the radioAnd when you can't find a friendYou've still got the radioThe radio...listen to the radioThe radioI left a handsome two-stepping good ole boy in TennesseeNow, he's sittin' on the sofa, he's lookin' for his supper,Wonderin' what's become of meI've got a double-0-eighteen Martin guitar in the back seat of the carAnd, I am leaving Mississippi...With the radio on'Cause when you can't find a friendYou've still got the radioAnd when you can't find a friendYou've still got the radioThe radio...listen to the radioThe radioThere's a moon across the border in the Louisiana skyI smell the pontchartrain, I hear silver wingsAnd then, away Merle Haggard fliesThat good ole boy will find a band of goldOn the stereoHey, then my mama's gonna call and say,
