Mister DJ - The Charlie Daniels Band

Written by：C. Daniels/T. Crain/T. DiGregorio/C. Hayward/F. Edwards

Mister DJ won't you please play me a song

Play it for an old boy

Who's a long long way from home

With a thousand miles ahead

And a thousand miles behind

A dollar in his pocket

And a woman on his mind

You can pick out almost anything you choose

Play Sweet Home Alabama

Or let Waylon sing the blues

I don't care what kind of music

Just as long as it sounds tough

Don't play any hurting songs

Because I feel bad enough

Now don't get the wrong impression

I ain't meaning to complain

But it would be Sunday morning

And I guess it had to rain

I was doing pretty good

Until I heard that darned old train

Going who knows where

And I guess the combination's got me feeling kinda low

And all I've got to cheer me up

Is this all night radio

Why don't you play us something hot

And let this eighteen wheeler

Roll my blues away

Well I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul

When I asked her if she loved me

I got no reply at all

And if that's the way she wants it

That's the way it's going to be

It might hurt a little while

But that's all right with me

I've been jamming gears

And wondering what went wrong

And then I turned on my radio

And I heard a country song

And it kinda keeps me moving

Helps me roll on down the line

But when you played that hurting song

I almost started crying

Willie drowned in Whiskey River

With Hank Jr's rowdy friends

The Oak Ridge Boys sang Elvira Ricky played the mandolin

Them old boys from Alabama

Put the pedal to the metal

And let it roll roll on

And I started feeling bad

When George stopped loving her today

Why don't you let old Mickey Gilly

Get down on them eighty eight's

Come on and play us something hot

And let this eighteen wheeler

Roll my blues away

Hey Mister DJ

Hey Mister DJ

Hey Mister DJ

Hey Mister DJ