"Raised On The Radio" lyrics

Fist fighters, dirt road riders
Cutting through the night with our KC lighters
Grab a coozy, grab a can
Listening to our favorite bands
Burning up on mainstreet

Thought we knew everything
We didn't know nothing
We were solo cups
And a cheap wine buzzing
I guess Mom and Daddy tried to teach us to believe
Didn't go with what we heard on those frequencies

Cause we were raised up on whatever was playing
Through the speakers of a door on an FM station
Like a Friday night gospel, everybody needed to know (whoa-oh)
Nothing anybody ever said would compare
With what we learned living life
Through the static in the air
From the wares to the waves
To the ruts on that red dirt road
We were raised on the radio

Like how to drink a beer
Or how to tell your Dad that you were with a girl
But it wasn't like that
Where to go when you know that you're lost
Cause God, yeah, he blessed this broken road

We were raised up on whatever was playing
Through the speakers of a door on an FM station
Like a Friday night gospel, everybody needed to know (whoa-oh)
Nothing anybody ever said would compare
With what we learned living life
Through the static in the air
From the wares to the waves
To the ruts on that red dirt road
We were raised on the radio

We were the boys riding around with nothing to do
Burning up a back road
Turning up the radio
Living with nothing to lose

We were raised up on whatever was playing
Through the speakers of a door on an FM station
Like a Friday night gospel, everybody needed to know, whoa
Nothing anybody ever said would compare
With what we learned living life
Through the static in the air
From the wares to the waves
To the ruts on that red dirt road
We were raised on the radio

(Raised on the radio, oh, oh)
Fist fighters, dirt road riders
Cutting through the night with our KC Lighters
Mom and Daddy tried to teach us to believe
Didn't go with what we heard on those frequencies