[Verse 1]
[Slow, folksy acoustic guitar]
In a little cottage where the roses climb,
Lived young Bessie in a quieter time.
No web to surf, no screens aglow,
Just fields and skies and a gentle flow.

[Chorus]
[Slightly faster, playful banjo]
But Bessie dreamed of voices new,
A signal strong, a world askew.
So she grabbed her trusty CB gear,
Ready to shout and make it clear!

[Verse 2]
[Acoustic guitar, a bit more upbeat]
Voices crackled, codes unknown,
“Ten-four,” they said, through static blown.
She heard “roger” and thought, “Oh my!
That’s an invite — I’ll give it a try!”

[Pre-Chorus]
[Tempo builds, anticipation]
She tuned her ears, then took a breath,
Ready to leap, no fear of death.
With trembling hands, she pressed the key—
And spoke her call out loud and free:
 
[Chorus]
[Faster, banjo twang]
Hey ho, Roger me rigid!
Bessie’s first words on the radio gigged!
Hey ho, Roger me rigid!
A cheeky call that got folks big grins!

[Bridge]
[Soft acoustic]
The airwaves hummed, then burst with cheer,
As Bessie’s voice rang far and near...

[Chorus]
[Banjo bright and lively]
Hey ho, Roger me rigid!
Her call went out, the crowd was big!
Hey ho, Roger me rigid!
A southern girl and her radio gig!

[Outro]
[Fade out with gentle guitar and banjo]
Laughter echoed through the night,
As Bessie’s words took flight...
[Sound of a record scratch]

