Pirate Radio

by John Hiatt

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.

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 Ottis Redding,
Or maybe Marvin Gaye lookin' for his Tammi Turell.
There ain't no mountain high enough to stop this wedding.
Rollin' out of Memphis to Detroit I can hear those bells.

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.