Lyrics Well, the day I was born the doc couldn't believe I came out cryin' Chattahoochee Didn't take too long after that For the hair on my head to grow long in the back Now all the girls want me to pick 'em up When they hear me rollin' by in my pickup truck 'cause it Sounds like the radio Back in '94, you know Hook a speaker up to my soul It sounds like the radio Sounds like a damn good time Soakin' up some neon light Well, it's a little bit of fiddle And whole lot of country gold Yeah, my whole life Sounds like the radio Oh, people call me a walkin' talkin' jukebox I keep the hits spinnin' non-stop Somethin' bout a steel guitar moaning the blues Makes me wanna throw back a case or two They say honky-tonk heroes go to heaven, you know Maybe that's why everybody wants to go 'cause it Sounds like the radio Back in '94, you know Hook a speaker up to my soul It sounds like the radio Sounds like a damn good time Soakin' up some neon light Well, it's a little bit of fiddle And whole lot of country gold Yeah, my whole life Sounds like the radio Well, when I die, lay me down in the ground Next to an old beer joint with a party crowd, where it Sounds like the radio Back in '94, you know Hook a speaker up to my soul It sounds like the radio Sounds like a damn good time Soakin' up some neon light Well, it's a little bit of fiddle And whole lot of country gold Yeah, my whole life Sounds like the radio I said, my whole life Sounds like the radio
