Dad's Old Radio's Playing Again
by Callie Vane · Country › Traditional Country · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
country, pedal steel, heartfelt, fiddle, gritty
Prompt
Honky-tonk modern country, smoky female alto, heartfelt, mid-tempo shuffle, gritty telecaster, pedal steel, fiddle
Lyrics
Toolbox. Flashlight. One week gone. Town's back to business, the cards quit coming, I'm in your cab with grease on my cheek. Radio's been dead since the middle of last month, you said "I'll get to it" every week. Seat's too far back, so I slide it forward, then I slide it back where it was. "Almost got it, Dad." Nobody answers. I tell the wires it's just a fuse, you'd see right through me. You always could. It's not about the radio. Dad's old radio's playing again, that's the one line I'm working toward. One scratch of static, one steel guitar, and I'll quit saying I'm fine. Dad's old radio's playing again, I'm just not there yet, Dad. Golf pencil and a gas receipt in the visor, your blocky pencil marks down the dash, one station worn shiny where your thumb sat. I teased you for never changing it. Now I'd trade the farm for "Turn it down, Callie." Dad's old radio's playing again, that's the one line I'm working toward. One scratch of static, one steel guitar, and I'll quit saying I'm fine. I'm talking to a dash like it might talk back, but Dad's old radio's playing again. Wait. Hear that? Static. Then a fiddle, then steel. It's the one you hummed flat every Saturday. I'm laughing. Dad, I'm crying. You never once found the note. Dad's old radio's playing again, and I'm leaving it right where you had it. Window down, volume up, one hand on the wheel, the way you held it. Dad's old radio's playing again, and I'm leaving it right where you had it. Not touching that dial, old man.