(Bill Anderson)

Every time I turn the radio on
Some cat's singin' a happy song
About a woman who wakes him up
Every morning and loves him

Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life
Butters his toast with a golden knife
Bears his kids
And nearly 'bout all of his burdens.

And I just sit there starin' at the wall
Wonderin' how I missed it all
I've been out half of the night
And I'm hung over.

Nobody woke me rubbin' my feet
Just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street
And this ole room
Ain't exactly a field of clover.

Am I the only tavern-hoppin'
Beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world
Am I the only sad-and-lonely
Meek-weak-freak without a girl?

No one to love and make me happy
Call me baby or call me pappy.
Am I the only low-and-lonely
Woman-needin' jukebox-feedin'
Sufferin' son of a gun left in the world?

--- Instrumental ---

Every time I turn the radio on
Some cat's singin' a happy song
About the woman who serves him
Love on a silver platter.

Makes his coffee sweet and warm
holds him in her lovin' arms
I look in the mirror and I wonder
What's the matter?

Am I the only tavern-hoppin'
Beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world
Am I the only sad-and-lonely
Meek-weak-freak without a girl?

No one to love and make me happy
Call me baby or call me pappy.
Am I the only low-and-lonely
Woman-needin' jukebox-feedin'
Sufferin' son of a gun left in the world?...