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 Verse 
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 Some times she runs, some times she don't, more than once shes left me 
                                    A                               E 
 on the side of the road, the older she gets the slower we go, but there 
                            B B 
 ain't nothin wrong with the radio. 
  
 She needs a carbuerator, a set of plug wires, shes riding me around on four 
 bald tires, the wipers don't work and the horn don't blow, but their ain't 
 nothing wrong with the radio 
  
 Chorus 
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 I got sixteen speakers crossin my back dash, a little bobbin dog 
                                      A 
 B 
 watchin everybody pass dual attennas whippin in the wind Lord the ain't 
                                                               A       E 
 A 
 no country station that I can't tune in, she ain't a cadillac and she 
           E                  E                                      B B  E 
 ain't a rolls but their ain't nothin wrong with the radio. 
  
  
 I got stopped by a cop late last night, out of date tags and no taillights, 
 He said I oughta run you in but im a lettin you go because there ain't 
 nothin wrong with your radio. 
  
 Got the best lookin gal in my hometown, I asked her last time that I took 
 her out, honey tell me what it is that makes you love me so, she said there 
 ain't nothin wrong with your radio. 
  
 I got sixteen speakers crossin my back dash, a little bobbin dog watchin 
 everybody pass dual attennas whippin in the wind Lord the ain't no country 
 station that I can't tune in, she ain't a cadillac and she ain't a rolls but 
 their ain't nothin wrong with the radio. 
  
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 No she ain't a cadillac and she ain't a rolls but there ain't nothin 
                          B B    E 
 wrong with your radio.