You Turn Me On I'm a Radio (Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY, 2/23/1972)

If you're driving into town with the dark cloud above you
Dialling the number who's bound to love you
Oh honey, you turn me on
I'm a radio, I'm a country station
I'm a little bit corny, I'm a wildwood flower
Waving for you, broadcasting tower
Waving for you

And I'm sending you this signal here
I hope you can pick it up loud and clear
I know you don't like weak women
You get bored so quick
And you don't like strong women
'Cause they're hip to your tricks
It's been dirty for dirty down the line
But you know, I come when you whistle, and you're loving and kind

If you've got too many doubts
If there's no good reception for me, then tune me out
'Cause honey, who needs the static?
It hurts the head, then you'll wind up cracking
And the day goes dismal from breakfast party
To the sign of prayer
What a sorry face you get to wear

I'm gonna tell you again now if you're still listening there
Oh honey, you turn me on
So if you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you
Dial in the number who's bound to love you
If you're lying on the beach with the transistor going
Kick off the sand flies honey, the love's still flowing
Head says forget it, but your heart's still smoking
Call me at the station, the lines are open

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