On Charley Patton (Prides) highway The mist, the rain, the mud Somewhere east of Tunica I´m close to giving up The car goes round in circles
The road remains the same For help and consolation I´ll turn it on again Turn it up Turn it up
Alone with disconnection And not a lonesome word I reach out to the radio And the clinically disturbed "Give it up," the man says Surrender and be saved He´ll drive away your demons His help is on the way
Turn it up Oh turn it up! Ahhhhh, ahhhhh...
I´m lost inside America I´m turning inside out I´m turning into someone else I heard so much about I´m blinded by the neon The righteous and the might
I´m stuck inside the radio Turn it on and let me out
A touch of serendipity A little stroke of luck The radio inside this car Brings guidance from above The smallest contribution Will keep me in safe hands I´m calling 1-800