Breaking Through The Radio
Have you ever heard of The Magazines
They re a band out of New Orleans
They broke in Chicago,
Shaking the walls of every kid in the suburbs
I lifted my thumb up to the old highway
Carved their names across the USA
Chasing a rock band
Chasing the ghost of the King in Graceland
Set me free
Theres nothing but highway in front of me
Louisiana bayou, thunderstorms in Tennessee
Set me free
Theres nothing behind me but history
Every town I greeted
Everything I needed to know
Was breaking through the radio
I hitched a ride down to Tupelo
With a caravan of gypsy souls
Dancin in moon shine
Every song pulled me in like a life line
Set me free
Theres nothing behind me but history
Every town I greeted
Everything I needed to know
Was breaking through the radio
Now Im walking down a two lane road
With a dog named Trey and girl named Joe
Headed for Georgia
Aint it good to be where everyone knows ya
Set me free
Theres nothing but highway in front of me
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Magazines
Set me free
Theres nothing behind me but history
Every town I greeted
Everything I needed to know
Was breaking through the radio