Mister DJ won't you please play me a song?

Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home

With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind

A dollar in his pocket and a woman on his mind



You can pick out almost anything you choose

Play 'Sweet Home Alabama' or let Waylon sing the blues

I don't care what kind of music just as long as it sounds tough

Don't play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad enough



Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain

But it would be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain

I was doing pretty good until I heard that darned old train

Going who knows where



And I guess the combination's got me feeling kinda low

And all I've got to cheer me up is this all night radio

Why don't you play us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler

Roll my blues away



Well, I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul

When I asked her if she loved me, I got no reply at all

And if that's the way she wants it, that's the way it's gonna be

It might hurt a little while but that's alright with me



I've been jamming gears and wondering what went wrong

And then I turned on my radio and I heard a country song

And it kinda keeps me moving, helps me roll on down the line

But when you played that hurting song I almost started crying



Willie drowned in 'Whiskey River' with Hank Jr's rowdy friends

The Oak Ridge Boys sang 'Elvira', Ricky played the mandolin

Them old boys from Alabama put the pedal to the metal

And let it roll, roll on



And I started feeling bad when George stopped loving her today

Why don't you let old Mickey Gilly get down on them eighty eight's

Come on and play us something hot and let this eighteen

Wheeler roll my blues away



Hey Mister DJ, hey Mister DJ

Hey Mister DJ, hey Mister DJ