Every Time I Turn The Radio On Ukulele tab

	  
C                                   F 
Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singing a happy song 

        C                                              G7 
About a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves him 

C 
Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life 
  
F 
Butters his toast with a golden knife 

          C                    G7         C 
Bears his kids and nearly bout all of his burdens 

  
                                         F 
And I just sit there staring at the wall wondering how I missed it all 

     C                                       G7 
I've been out half of the night and I'm hung over 

C 
Nobody woke me rubbing my feet 
  
F 
Just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street 

             C                    G7       C 
And this ole room ain't exactly a field of clover 

  
                             F                                 C 
Am I the only tavern-hopping beer-can-popping fool left in the world 

                             F                         C 
Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl 

                                 F 
No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy 

G7 
Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needing jukebox-feeding 

                                   C 
Suffering son of a gun left in the world 

  
                                    F 
Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singing a happy song 

      C                                         G7 
About the woman who serves him love on a silver platter 

C 
Makes his coffee sweet and warm  

F 
Holds him in her loving arms 

              C                   G7         C 
I look in the mirror and I wonder what's the matter 


                             F                                 C 
Am I the only tavern-hopping beer-can-popping fool left in the world 

                             F                         C 
Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl 

                                 F 
No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy 

G7 
Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needing jukebox-feeding 

                                   C 
Suffering son of a gun left in the world