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Hippie Radio
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Eric Church
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My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs "Carry On My Wayward Son" on the hippie radio Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll And I was the band, and I would stand and we'd bounce down the road A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio Can't' remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right But I'll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car It was "White Wedding" and "Rebel Yell" on the hippie radio I was a "Werewolf in London," and she was "Lady Marmalade"'s soul And I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off back a road A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and a hippie radio Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio A-B-C, 1-2-3, don't blink or he'll be gone And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said, "I know" A boy and his dad and a boy and his girl and a Pontiac And a hippie radio
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