Mister D. J. Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

Mister DJ won't you please play me a song? 

Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home 

With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind 

A dollar in his pocket and a woman on his mind 

You can pick out almost anything you choose 

Play 'Sweet Home Alabama' or let Waylon sing the blues 

I don't care what kind of music just as long as it sounds tough 

Don't play any hurting songs 'cause I feel bad enough 

Now don't get the wrong impression, I ain't meaning to complain 

But it would be Sunday morning and I guess it had to rain 

I was doing pretty good until I heard that darned old train 

Going who knows where 

And I guess the combination's got me feeling kinda low 

And all I've got to cheer me up is this all night radio 

Why don't you play us something hot and let this eighteen wheeler 

Roll my blues away 

Well, I called her from a phone booth in St. Paul 

When I asked her if she loved 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've been jamming gears and wondering what went wrong 

And then I turned on my radio and I heard a country song 

And it kinda keeps me moving, helps me roll on down the line 

But when you played that hurting song I almost started crying 

Willie drowned in 'Whiskey River' with Hank Jr's rowdy friends 

The Oak Ridge Boys sang 'Elvira', Ricky played the mandolin 

Them old boys from Alabama put the pedal to the metal 

And let it roll, roll on 

And I started feeling bad when George stopped loving her today 

Why don't you let old Mickey Gilly get down on them eighty eight's 

Come on and play us something hot and let this eighteen 

Wheeler roll my blues away 

Hey Mister DJ, hey Mister DJ 

Hey Mister DJ, hey Mister DJ