Mixtaping the Radio

Ain't one single speck of dust been moved around my childhood room

My boy sat down by the bed on the floor just like I used to do

Must've pushed right past them cardboard cans of long cut wintergreen

Pulled out an old boot box of classics labeled bootleg symphony

One hundred point seven top ten records on cassette

So I dusted off that RCA and threw one in the deck

And it took me back to '99, summer love, strawberry wine

Friends were low, but blue clear skies were leaving me amazed

FM airwaves cranked up high, my spool wound up recording live

Everything between the commercial breaks

And I'd dub a little country over daddy's rock and roll

Mixtaping the radio

I sat him down and laid them out, said, "Son, let me explain"

Ain't none of them the same, each one's a special time and place

That one's from my first heartbreak and this one's from senior prom

And this one used to help me get a little lucky with your mom

Something clicked when side B came to end

So, we flipped it to side A to start the whole damn thing again

And it took me back to '99, summer love, strawberry wine

Friends were low, but blue clear skies were leaving me amazed

FM airwaves cranked up high, my spool wound up recording live

Everything between the commercial breaks

And I'd dub a little country over daddy's rock and roll

Mixtaping the radio

It's more than just a plastic case, probably ain't worth a thing

But you can't put a price on how it feels when you push play

And it took me back to '99, summer love, strawberry wine

Friends were low, but blue clear skies were leaving me amazed

FM airwaves cranked up high, my spool wound up recording live

Everything between the commercial breaks

And I'd dub a little country over daddy's rock and roll

Mixtaping the radio