The Prodigal Radio Station

Performed by Bale Harrison and the Texas Field Hands

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(Verse 1)
My boy took off and left the farm, with his eyes set on the Nashville lights,
Said he’d find his way out there, leave behind these fields of wheat.
But it wasn’t long before he came back broke, with a radio in his hands,
Said, “I bought me a station, Dad, to play hits from subservient bands.”
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(Chorus)
Son, you don’t need no signal, you don’t need no tower,
The world’s streamin’ now, and you’ve still got the power.
You ran off to Nashville, thought you had your say,
But it’s time to come home, and leave yesterday.

(Verse 2)
He said, “I thought the airwaves would bring me fame, a place in the sun,”
But all he found was empty static, and the music’s programmed.
Spent his inheritance on frequencies that no one even hears,
Now he’s back on the front porch, face full of regretful tears.

(Chorus)
Son, you don’t need no signal, you don’t need no tower,
The world’s streamin’ now, the common man’s got the power.
You tried to find your way, out in the city so bright,
But the future’s here at home, where you belong tonight.

(Bridge)
He looked at me and said, “Dad, I lost my way, spent all I had,
I thought I’d bring back country tunes, but all I found was sad.
Now I’m broke, but if you’ll take me in, I’ll work the land again,
I’m done with chasin’ empty dreams, I’m here until the end.”

(Verse 3)
Well, I wrapped my arm around him, and said, “Boy, you’re home for good,
We don’t need Nashville’s orders, we’re misunderstood.
Let’s build us a stream, make our own songs fly,
We’ll write tunes for the world, under our home-grown sky.”

(Final Chorus)
Son, we don’t need no signal, we don’t need no tower,
The world’s streamin’ now, we’ve taken back the power.
You’ve come back home, where you’ve always belonged,
Now we’ll share our music, strong and long.

(Outro)
So we built that channel, father and son in sync,
No more radio, just a farm with streams of melody and a link.
From the fields to the streams, we made our own way,
And no one tells us now how or what to play.
(end of the song)
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SPOKEN: “In 10 years there won’t be a radio station one! And thank God!”

The Prodigal Radio Station – Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger