Mr. DJ
By The Charlie Daniels Band



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Mr. DJ won't you please play me a song
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Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home
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With a 1000 miles ahead and a thousand miles behind
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A dollar in his pocket and a woman on his mind
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You can pick out almost anything you choose.
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Play Sweet Home Alabama or let Waylon sing the blues
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I don't care what kind of music just as long as it sounds tough
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But don't play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad enough


Chorus 1:
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Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain
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But it would be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain
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I was doing pretty good 'til I heard that darn old train going thru, who knows where
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And I guess the combination's got me feeling kind a low
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And all I got to cheer me up is this all night radio
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Why don't you play us something hot and let this 18 wheeler roll my blues away


Well I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul
When I asked her if she loves me, I got no reply at all
And if that's the way she wants it, that's the way it's gonna be
It might hurt a little while, but that's alright with me

I been 10 years wondering what went wrong
And then I turned on my radio and I heard a country song
And it kinda keeps me moving just to roll on down the line
But when you played that hurting song I almost started crying

Chorus 2:
Willie drowned in Whiskey River with Hank Jr's. rowdy friends
Those rich boys sang Elvira, Ricky played the mandolin
Them old boys from Alabama put the pedal to the metal and let her roll, roll along
Then I started feeling bad when George stopped loving her today
Why don't you let old Micky Gilley get down on them 88's
Come on and play us something hot and let this 18 wheeler roll my blues away

Hey Mr. D.J.
Hey Mr. D.J.
Hey Mr. D.J.
Hey Mr. D.J.