You Can't Outrun the Radio Songtext

von Jonathan Byrd

I was driving out in Kansas
When I heard that song you love.
Big sunflowers, for all their graces,
Turn their faces to the sun.
Son, you can't outrun the radio.

My friends tell me, "Move to Austin,
Maybe Nashville, Tennessee."
If I can get back to North Carolina,
I'll let the music come to me.
See, you can't outrun the radio.

Even Dale Earnhardt. He was hell on the speedway.
He was a champion seven times.
He thought he'd make it one more five hundred,
And went four hundred and ninety-nine.
When it's time, you can't outrun the radio.

Now I'm laying in this hotel.
It's all uphill to fall asleep.
I check the FM on the alarm clock,
And pray the Lord this lap to keep.
People, you can't outrun the radio.