On Charley Patton highway The mist, the rain, the mud Somewhere east of Tunica I'm close to giving up The car goes round in circles The road remains the same For help and consolation I'll turn it on again Turn it up Turn it up Alone with disconnection And not a lonesome word I reach out to the radio And the clinically disturbed "Give it up," the man says Surrender and be saved He'll drive away your demons His help is on the way Turn it up Oh turn it up! Ahhhhh, ahhhhh...
I'm lost inside America I'm turning inside out I'm turning into someone else I heard so much about I'm blinded by the neon The righteous and the might I'm stuck inside the radio Turn it on and let me out A touch of serendipity A little stroke of luck The radio inside this car Brings guidance from above The smallest contribution Will keep me in safe hands I'm calling 1-800 I ain't leaving it to chance Turn it up Turn it up Ahhhhh, ahhhhh...