Riding Through The Static

Verse

I heard it crackle on the KRPD airwaves,

A passing tape, stories told in dusty echoes,

Old songs played, memories held tight,

Johnny's voice whispers through the night.

Chorus

On KRPD Radio, where legends reside,

The passing tape spins, a nostalgic ride,

Riding through the static, the songs remain,

In every note, Johnny Cash's name.

Verse

Folks gather 'round their radios and light,

To hear the tales in the fading night,

A tape that travels through time and space,

Bringing solace, pain, and grace.

Chorus

On KRPD Radio, where legends reside,

The passing tape spins, a nostalgic ride,

Riding through the static, the songs remain,

In every note, Johnny Cash's name.