WWWJ is a Southern Gospel formatted broadcast radio station licensed to Galax, Virginia, serving Carroll and Grayson counties in Virginia. WWWJ is owned and operated by Twin County Broadcasting Corporation.
WWWJ began operation on April 1, 1947 as WBOB (AM). Early staff included announcer Herm Reavis, engineer Ed Boyer and sales manager J. Brice Parks Sr. The station retained the WBOB call sign until May 19, 1997 when it was renamed WWWJ. The WBOB call sign moved first to a station in Cincinnati, Ohio, and then in 2006 to the current WBOB-AM station in Jacksonville, Florida.
With 5,000 watts of power, WWWJ covers not only the Twin Counties of Carroll County and Grayson County, but also parts of Wythe County, Virginia and Pulaski County in Virginia, but also Surry County and Alleghany County in North Carolina.
The format is primarily Southern Gospel, with a mix of Country Gospel, Bluegrass Gospel, Contemporary Christian and Black Gospel make up the music, as well as national and local ministry programs to complete the format.
Love is just a game
Oooh ooh ooh ooh yeah yeah yeah (telling you)
Baby...
You cant keep doing this shit...
Oh oh, love is just a game...
Oh, listen babe...
Quit playing around, like it's a game,
You tell me to go, you tell me to stay,
Living with you is emotional,
Roller coaster ride, like you're just gone and hide,
Crossing the T's, and dotting the I's,
Trying to make it work but you won't let me,
It's like you're fighting with your self,
But baby I can tell, that you really don't wanna leave,
Love is a game for you, I see, but it means a lot more to me,
To ride it out when the going gets rough,
Then she closed the first real love,
Can't keep playing around with me,
If you really don't want me to leave,
Cos if love is a game, then I don't wanna play,
Cos there's someone out there for me,
Love is just a game...
Heard you were on the phone just the other day,
Talking to your girls, telling you that I'm leaving,
If you didn't mean it then why did you say it,
Cos love it ain't a game to me,
I'm packing my bags here I go again,
Wanna kick me out, ok, well I'm leaving,
And with those shorties came, so baby tell me
What's it gonna be,
I'm tired of all the fussing, and the fighting
We can't keep, just going on this way
So tired babe and angry,
You hurting me over and over again,
You making me wanna leave,
U don't understand just what you're doing to me