
Pontiac Blues Songtext
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(Williamson)
I found out,
What my baby likes.
I found out,
What my baby likes.
She likes a whole lot of loving,
And a straight-eight Pontiac.
We gonna get on the highway,
Get on the highway,
Got the bright lights on.
Turn the radio on,
Dig that voice from the North.
Oh,
[?]
Yes baby I know.
[?]
With your head in my chest,
[... in my bed ?]
We gonna move,
down highway 49.
We gonna move,
down the highway 49.
She got her head in my chest,
Sonny, ain't this fine
And cut the bright lights on.
I found out,
What my baby likes.
I found out,
What my baby likes.
She likes a whole lot of loving,
And a straight-eight Pontiac.
We gonna get on the highway,
Get on the highway,
Got the bright lights on.
Turn the radio on,
Dig that voice from the North.
Oh,
[?]
Yes baby I know.
[?]
With your head in my chest,
[... in my bed ?]
We gonna move,
down highway 49.
We gonna move,
down the highway 49.
She got her head in my chest,
Sonny, ain't this fine
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