Trisha Yearwood (Patricia Lynn Yearwood nascida em 19 de Setembro de 1964 em Monticello, Georgia) é ganhadora de três Grammy de Cantora de country americano. Ela mesma cita Linda Ronstadt como sua maior influência, e o som e o estilo vocal de Ronstadt aparece nitidamente na música de Trisha Yearwood. Emmylou Harris, Patsy Cline, e Elvis Presley também influenciaram sua carreira.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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Date: 9/30/96; 7:13:50 AM From: Dan Nicholas Subject: Mr. Radio
MR. RADIO (by Roderick Taylor; recorded by Trisha Yearwood) -----------------------------------------------------------
AmAmG/AG/AAmAmG/AG/A [intro]
AmAmAmAm Oh, what a summer day when we carried the radio home AmAmAmAm Bringing him in off of the truck and the dogs wouldn't leave us alone (G/B) CCDDAmAmAmAm Mister Radio, you come down here to keep us company
AmAmAmAm We listened in a room through the miles and the miles of night AmAmAmAm Deep in the heart of the Bible Belt in the gold of the radio light (G/B) CCDDAmAmAmAm Mister Radio, you come down here to keep us company
AmAmAmAm And itUs hard days out in the field, and the crow's in the high treetop AmAmAmAm If a man's away from his home all day, his chickens might fall to the fox (G/B) CCDDAmAmAmAm Mister Radio, what can you do about that, oh ho F - CD - G - EAmAmF - CD - G - EAmAmAmAm [instrumental]
AmAmAmAm And you can take me down to a river town where the citizens dance till dawn AmAmAmAm They dance so close, it's a sin almost, the way they carry on (G/B) CCDDAmAmAmAm Mister Radio, I never dreamed you could
AmAmAmAm And it's miles of the careless touch of a tired hand in time AmAmAmAm When evening fell, I heard a stranger sell dreams that were never mine (G/B) CCDDAmAmAmAm Mister Radio, you come down here to keep us company CCDDAmAmAmAm You come down here to keep us company F - CD - G - EAmAmF - CD - G - EAmAmAmAmG/A. [instrumental]