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Raised on Radio by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Didn’t grow up chasing cowboy dreams
Didn’t learn my songs from dusty strings
Didn’t hear my name in old-time rhymes
Didn’t follow footsteps lost in time
Wasn’t Reba, wasn’t Dolly
Wasn’t Hank or Loretta calling
Didn’t find my fire in country gold
Found it where the speakers rolled
I was raised on radio, dancing in the barn
Singing every word like it was written in my heart
Didn’t need a six-string, didn’t need a twang
Just a beat that hit and a voice that sang
I was raised on radio, lights against the sky
Found my rhythm where the bass hit right
Didn’t need a cowboy, didn’t need a sign
Just a song that said this life was mine
Played "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" loud
Screamed "Mr. Brightside" in the crowd
Spun to "Uptown Funk" till the floor gave way
Lived for "Party In The U.S.A."
Didn’t need a front porch, didn’t need a field
Didn’t need a heartbreak song to heal
Took my dreams where the city glowed
Where the rhythm ran and the stories flowed
Raised on a farm, growing life from the ground
Everyone figured I lived in that country sound
But working in the barn, walking dirt roads at dawn
I was jamming in my head to far different songs
Didn’t grow up chasing cowboy dreams
Didn’t learn my songs from dusty strings
Didn’t hear my name in old-time rhymes
Didn’t follow footsteps lost in time
Wasn’t Reba, wasn’t Dolly
Wasn’t Hank or Loretta calling
Didn’t find my fire in country gold
Found it where the speakers rolled
I was raised on radio, dancing in the barn
Singing every word like it was written in my heart
Didn’t need a six-string, didn’t need a twang
Just a beat that hit and a voice that sang
I was raised on radio, lights against the sky
Found my rhythm where the bass hit right
Didn’t need a cowboy, didn’t need a sign
Just a song that said this life was mine


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Raised on Radio by H.C. & E. H. B.

I'm an old player from the late '60s who took up writing a few years ago after a 50 year layoff, missed the music so now I write and record all my stuff. A regular "ONE MAN BAND", I play all the instruments and do all the vocal, keyboards and whatever else I have to play to make a tune. Hope ya find one ya like!!

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Raised on Radio by H.C. & E. H. B.

Edwin Balder