C
I was down at my favorite watering hole
Em
With a buddy of mine that was out on parole
F
And we were flipping through the jukebox,
Em                                      G
And talking how we'd been and how we are.

C
He got a library card and he'd pierced his tongue
Em
And a buddy in prison had turned him onto Neil Young
F                           Em                         G
And he thought it'd be best to play some for the entire bar.

C
Now he didn't know it but while he was in Jail
Em
I had my heart broke by a woman too wondrous to tell
F                       Em                               G
And we'd fallen in love to half the songs that jukebox played

C
So when he flattened his dollar on the side of the machine
Em
And I saw comes a time come on the karaoke screen
F                      Em                              G
I knew there was a couple things I had forgot to say:

                F
Don't play Neil Young
                C
Don't play Van Morrison
               Em          F                    G
Just let some high school emo band start versing and chorusing
            Dm             Em               F                G
Because there's no way it will break my heart as far as I can see
                                             C
And that's why modern radio is A-OK with me.

C
He said a pop song used to be a powerful thing,
Em
You could turn on the AM and John Lennon would sing
F                      Em                        G
Or Frank Sinatra would be talking to all of the girls.

C
And you could think like a hawk or think like a dove
Em
Or think of a winter afternoon when you fell in love and
F                    Em                         G
Ten songs on a record sounded like a string of pearls.

C
Well, my buddy rattled on till an hour'd gone by
Em
And I thought I'd spit a mouthful of Beam in his eye
        F                         Em                    G
Maybe leave him for dead, but a friend is a friend to stay.

C
So I listened to him talk about Johnny and June
Em
And how "I Don't Know Where I Stand" is a true love tune
F                                                   G
And I bought another round just in time to hear him say:

                   F
They don't play Sam Cooke
                   C
They don't play Merle Watson
                       Em                F                        G
They just trade some Cadillac Fleetwood Brougham for a broke down Datsun
             Dm             Em               F            G
And there's no way it can break my heart as far as I can see
                                                     C
And that's why modern radio is a sack of monkeys to me.

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C
He said it makes me so mad I want to get out and shout it
Em
And I smiled and said I hadn't thought that much about it
F                     Em                  G
And we walked out to the street and parted ways

C
I might've gone to a movie, but my money was spent
Em
So I went straight home, and Lord knows where he went
F                                         G
But I wrote myself a letter to all modern DJs

                F
Don't play Bob Dylan
                C
Don't play Loose Ends
              Em                 F               G
Don't play anybody that's ever heard Sir Patrick Spens
                Dm              Em               F            G
Because there's no way it can break my heart, as far as I can see
                                            C
And that is why modern radio is A-OK with me.