Texty: John Hiatt. Little Head. Pirate Radio.

Well, those electric sheep to the valley they keep walkin

On the radio waves selling tennis shoes and beer

It induces sleep when that DJ starts his squawkin'

I'm lookin' for one song to save me on this midnight clear



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So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio?

One song that could steal our hearts

Before they turn into silver and gold

Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know

When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio?



One star in the sky so I named it Otis Redding

Or maybe Marvin Gaye lookin' for his Tammi Terrell

There ain't no mountain high enough to stop this wedding

Rollin' out of Memphis to Detroit I can hear those bells



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Well, we've been drivin' all night, ever since we were teenagers,

Up to that border town where the outlaw station air waves

Where the DJ's outta sight and his heart is so courageous

And he loves every song that he's puttin' on for the free and brave



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