Em I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat. It comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow with rugged precision, with a backbeat narrow and hard to master.
Em Some call it heavenly in its brilliance, others, mean and rueful of the Western dream. I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft. We have constructed pyramids in honour of our escaping. This is the land where the Pharaoh died.
E, F, E, F, G, E, F#, E, F#, A, A#, B, E, F#, E, F#, E, F#, G#, G, F#, E, Em.
Em The negroes in the forest, brightly feathered, and they are saying: "Forget the night! Live with us in forests of azure, out here on the perimeter, there are no stars. Out here we is stoned immaculate."
E F# E F# G Listen to this I'll tell you about the heartaches; E F# E F# A A# B I'll tell you about heartache and the loss of God. E F# E F# I'll tell you about the hopeless night, C# A C# A the meager food my soul forgot, F# G# G F# E Em tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.
Em I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat, soft driven, slow and mad like some new language.
E F# E F# G Listen to this I'll tell you about Texas; E F# E F# A A# B I'll tell you about Texas Ra - di - o. E F# E F# I'll tell you about the hopeless night, C# A C# A the wanderin' the Western dream, F# G# G F# E Em tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.