Time will never wash away

The sweet dreams Patsy cried,

Or tear apart the cheatin' heart

That tore Hank up inside,

Like all the rest who played their songs

On midday music shows,

They carved their notch in history

On country radio.

From the Louisiana Hayride

To the Ozark Jubilee,

A never-ending spotlight

Shines on the memory,

Of fiddle-playing farmers

And honky-tonk heroes,

Who filled the world with music

On country radio.

No one ever quite forgets

Just how it feels to be,

Tuned into the Opry

From Nashville, Tennessee,

When they turned that magic dial

The tubes began to glow,

And drifting through the static

Came country radio.

From the Louisiana Hayride

To the Ozark Jubilee,

A never-ending spotlight

Shines on the memory,

Of fiddle-playing farmers

And honky-tonk heroes,

Who filled the world with music

On country radio.

  Yes, they filled the world with music

  On country radio.