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Wild FM Radio: Episode 2
Ever wondered if your ex was conceived to the sweet sounds of a country tune? On this episode of Wild Radio, we take a hilarious romp through the backroads of country music with a wink and a nod to life's more questionable decisions. From Cletus Smith's raucous "Backwoods Breakdown" to Little Tim Jones' catchy "Another Week Gone By," we navigate the emotional rollercoaster of heartbreak and joyrides that only a good country song can inspire. Grab a cold beer and lose yourself in stories of moonlit adventures and the kind of laughs that make you want to text your ex—because, let's be honest, that's just what country music does to you!
When the workweek grind is finally over, there's nothing quite like the liberating spirit of a Friday night. Join us as we embrace the euphoric energy of the weekend with laughter and camaraderie that lifts the soul. With music that makes you want to live in the moment and friendships that remind us of life's simple pleasures, this episode captures the essence of a quintessential country night out. So, turn up the volume and let the rhythm of "Friday Night Revelry" fuel your journey through the highs and lows of music, memories, and the magic of living in the now.
Thank you for joining us on today's show, as always, we appreciate each and every one of you! Talk to you soon.
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Welcome back to Wild Radio, the only station that plays the music you love and says the things you're too scared to admit. After three shots of whiskey, that's right.
Speaker 3:And tonight we're diving headfirst into the world of country music. Piss off your boots, grab beer and get ready for a night full of twang, heartbreak. And if we do our job right, few bad decisions. If we do our job right, few bad decisions.
Speaker 2:Speaking of bad decisions, Nova, how many exes do you think were conceived to A good country song?
Speaker 3:Let's just say, if country music had royalty for every Oops we forgot the condom moment Half the South would be rich.
Speaker 2:And speaking of poor life choices, here's our first song of the night Backwoods Breakdown by Cletus Smith. If this doesn't make you want a shotgun beer and text your ex, I don't know what will.
Speaker 1:Out in the sticks where the bass line thumps. Tractor tires spin, hit a bump and jump. Moonshine sippin' boots hit the floor. Y'all ain't never seen a hoedown roll. Crank that fiddle, let the vinyl spin.
Speaker 1:Dirt road track with a backwoods grin, hillbilly soul With a city slick twist. Wreck and scratch blend. Can't resist. Pick up trucks with the windows down Holler in the night like a rebel town, cornfields echo to the beat we bring. Country life cuts through everything. She got a voice, smooth honey on the track. Barnyard beat, city mix with the back From the creek side to the neon glow, hillbilly groove just steals the show. Crank that fill at the vinyl. Spin Durro track with a backwoods grin, hillbilly soul with a city slick twist. Record scratch blend. Can't resist. She got a voice, smooth honey on the track. Barnyard beat, city mixed with the back From the creek side to the neon glow, hillbilly groove just steals the show. Crank that fiddle, let the vial spin.
Speaker 1:Dirt road track with a backwoods grin, hillbilly so in a city slick twist record scratch blend. Can't resist. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Picket fences remixing the barn Chilling by the hay with a country charm, bonfire light across the rustic fields. Street sound flavor always seals the deals. Picket fences, remix in the barn, chillin' by the hay with a country charm, bonfire light across the rustic fields. Street sound flavor always seals the deals.
Speaker 3:I gotta say Elektra country music just hits different. It's either about falling in love, getting drunk or getting dumped, sometimes all three in one night.
Speaker 2:That's basically my last relationship, except replace the love part with questionable decisions in the honky-tonk parking lot.
Speaker 3:I bet you got the song written to buy you somewhere. She came, she drank, she stole my truck.
Speaker 2:Excuse me, I'd never steal the truck. I'd just take it for odd joyride and leave the driver questioning his life choices.
Speaker 3:Ah, so you're the reason Every country boy's got trust issues.
Speaker 2:Please, if a man listens to enough Luke Bryan, he already came preloaded with heartbreak.
Speaker 3:Ha, ha ha. Speaking of heartbreak, up next is another week gone by. I little Tim Jones, this one's for everyone crying into their beer. Right now I know what to do Dust off the dirt.
Speaker 1:Raise up a cheer. It's Friday night, my favorite time of year. Pickups purring, heading to the scene when neon lights and sawdust gleam. Quick step to the door, hearts racing fast. Tonight's the night. We'll see you next time. Turn the jukebox up. The dance floor's on fire. With every step we take, we climb higher and higher and higher. Cold beer in hand, friends by my side, catching up on life. There's no need to hide Laughter and stories fill in the air. Let's seize the night without a single care. Saw a pretty girl, gave her a grin, asked her to step into the beach, feeling so fine.
Speaker 1:Another week gone by. Time to say goodbye to the grind and the blues. Let's touch the sky. Turn the jukebox up. The dance floor's on fire. With every step we take, we climb higher, higher and higher. Cold beer in hand, friends by my side, catching up on life. There's no need to hide. Laughter and stories fill in the air. Let's seize the night without a single care. Another week gone by. Time to say goodbye to the grind and the bruise. Let's touch the sky. Turn the jukebox up. The dance floor's on fire. With every step we take, we climb higher and higher and higher. We climb, higher and higher.
Speaker 2:Exactly Like. I don't know who little Tim Jones is, but he sounds like the kind of guy who's got a tattoo of his ex's name in a playlist full of regrets.
Speaker 3:Hey, don't judge.
Speaker 2:Some of us have been there. Nova, I know you've been there. You're the only gal I know who's got a playlist called Whiskey Women. And what the hell happened.
Speaker 3:I like to call it self-reflection. More like self-destruction, self-reflection, more like self-destruction, Speaking of which, this next one is if you don't love them, then someone else will, by George and Howie Smith. A title alone is Afrat.
Speaker 1:Right, that sounds like something a woman says before she takes off her earrings and starts a bar fight. It's a quiet street when hearts dream of gold and the stories told Are stubborn and bold. We've walked that line through the bitter and the sweet, but hearts won't stay where love's incomplete. You can't hold tight to a love you won't mend. The road runs long, but it always must end. Watch you turn cold and the warmth start to fade In this life of ours it's a price that we pay.
Speaker 4:If you don't love them, then someone else will. An empty heart's easy for the next one to fill.
Speaker 1:The world keeps on turning and hearts start to feel and hearts start to heal If you don't love them.
Speaker 4:Then someone else will. You took your time, but you let it slip away.
Speaker 1:And the edges fade With each passing day, watched her eyes turn dim With the tears she fought back. You missed her smile.
Speaker 4:Now there's no looking back, it's a lesson learned On a cold, starry night, when the shadows fade.
Speaker 1:And you give up the fight. A heart that's neglected Won't wait around still. If you don't love them, then someone else will. Now she's found arms that will hold her so tight. Where once there was darkness, now there's pure life. You thought she'd linger In the shadows you cast, but she's moved on. Left you there in the past.
Speaker 3:Okay, that song was basically a two-minute warning. If you're in our relationship and your partner sent you that, just go ahead and start packing your bags.
Speaker 2:Oh for sure, that's a country way of saying step up or step out.
Speaker 3:I just want to know how many divorces George and Howie Smith have been through At least three Each.
Speaker 2:You don't write a song like that if you're happily married, you write a song like that.
Speaker 3:If your ex took the dog, the truck and your best friend, Damn, that's rough. I mean the truck, I could live without, but the dog that's personal.
Speaker 2:You know what else is personal? This next track, it's called the Girl Next Door by the Boy Next Door and honestly I don't know what to expect here.
Speaker 3:All I know is that title sounds like the beginning of our country song or the plot of our very specific website.
Speaker 2:Let's just hit play before this conversation gets too adult.
Speaker 1:Innocence in a world so torn. Down the road past the old oak tree, she walks slow and spirit free, tosses me a glance, a fleeting smile. Got to wonder her thoughts all the while. Girl next door, what's your name? Pulling me into your flame Mystery, wrapped in a simple dress, got me tangled in this crazy mess. She's got scars, but she won't show. Hides behind a shy hello. Are tattooed with trials long past, living each day like it's her last. Underneath the starlit sky, whisper dreams as time goes by. In her eyes I see reflections Of unspoken hopeful connections. The next door wants your name, pulling me into your flame Mystery, wrapped in a simple dress, got me tangled in this crazy mess.
Speaker 2:Yeah, I'm in the middle of a storm. Got me tangled in this crazy mess. Yeah, yeah, all right, y'all, it's time for our song of the week.
Speaker 3:This one's called Mama Warned Me by Connie Hall Sounds like the kind of song that plays when you realize your mama was right and you shouldn't have gone home with that cowboy who smelled like cheap cologne and bad decisions.
Speaker 2:Or that girl who said why ain't crazy?
Speaker 3:but oh man, if she says that, just run, or at least make sure your car insurance is paid up.
Speaker 2:True story. Anyway, let's see what mama was warning us about. Here's Mama, warn Me, by Connie Hall.
Speaker 4:Mama warned me about the boys in town, said they'd lift you up and then let you down. But I was young and thought I knew it all, gave my heart, watched it break and fall. There was Johnny with his charming grin, one look from him and I let him in. But he left with a breeze, like they all do. Mama's words were always tried and true. Mama warned me they're no good at all. They'll love you once and they'll forget. No call Under the stars. I found my peace With a heart so pure. My old, no dog's release, billy drove a truck and played guitar. Promised me forever Meet the evening star, but forever turned To dust and air. Let me stand it alone. But I didn't care. Tommy's laugh could light up the night, but he vanished in the morning light, mama's wisdom echoing in my mind.
Speaker 4:True love's something that's so hard to find. Mama or me, they're no good at all. They'll love you once and they'll forget you're a call Under the stars. I found my peace With a heart so pure. My old dog's release, billy drove a truck and played guitar. He'll love you once and he'll forget your call. But under the stars. I found my peace With a heart so pure. My old dog's release. Billy drove a truck and played guitar. Promised me forever meet the evening star. But under the star, the dust and air. With a heart so pure, my old dog's release.
Speaker 3:All right, that's it for tonight's Wild Radio. Keep your beer cold and your regrets to a minimum, and if you can't do, that at least write a song about it.
Speaker 2:See you next episode.
Speaker 1:You're locked in to the wildest ride on the airwaves. Song about it. See you next episode. Wild radio. Turn it up, break the dial, stay wild.
