The Very Blest of Jack Tannehill |

Hold one thought, Mom's heard your every show She called me crying. She praised the Lord She believes she heard you play my song on her radio And there was Mama trying to listen while it stormed With thunder crashing just what she tuned in, I'm not sure But she believes she heard you, play my song on her radio Oh my mama needs this to feed her lost and found, faith dreams do come true Play my song on her radio. Oh Mama's Radio this very own, your very own show but, me I told her, I let her know I'd like to think so but, no Mom when she found, it just wasn't true My Mama needs this, to feed her lost and found faith dreams do come true Play my song on her radio She let her young boys grow their hair She bought us Beatle suits. I knew all hank williams tunes long before I'd gone to school And now it's time to pay back Mama needs to hear me on her radio Oh Mama's Radio |
