My Hero In The Plastic Radio

Every morning of my childhood he´d come to wake up

I´d hear his friendly voice at half passed five

He´d give the morning weather then he´d play a country song

Those heartfelt songs that almost made me cry

When he talked of things out yonder I could close my eyes and see

The places that I´d someday like to go

He gave me my opinion of what I´d like to be

My hero in the plastic radio

Now I´m stranded here in Denver my clothes to old to clean

I played at least ten thousand one night stands

But I still recall him a talking about a man with a crippled life

Determined he would sing his songs again

So I´m really not a failure though you might think I´m close

It´s just that I´ve got a little ways to go

Someday he´ll hear me singing and I hope he plays my song

My hero in the plastic radio

So I´m really not a failure though you might think I´m close

It´s just that I´ve got a little ways to go

Someday he´ll hear me singing and I hope he likes my song

My hero in the plastic radio

My hero in the plastic radio