Hippie Radio

[00:12.34] My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
[00:17.41] He was a young man then and I was a little fella
[00:23.17] I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
[00:28.32] He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket
[00:30.82] But he'd sing at the top of his lungs
[00:33.64] Carry On My Wayward Son on the hippie radio
[00:39.06] Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
[00:44.47] And I was a band, I would stand and we'd bounce down the road
[00:49.69] A boy and his dad in a Pontiac with that hippie radio
[00:55.08] Can't remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
[01:05.72] But I'll never forget those baby
[01:07.72] Blues and the glow of that dashboard light
[01:11.79] I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
[01:16.78] I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car
[01:22.20] It was White Wedding and Rebel Yell on the hippie radio
[01:27.30] I was a Werewolf in London, and she was Lady Marmalade's soul
[01:33.26] And I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off back a road
[01:38.13] A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and the hippie radio
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[01:55.96] Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
[02:00.32] I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
[02:05.45] My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
[02:10.75] My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song
[02:16.78] Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
[02:23.17] A-B-C, 1-2-3, don't blink or he'll be gone
[02:28.66] And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said "I know"
[02:34.07] A boy and his dad and a boy and his girl in a Pontiac
[02:38.56] And the hippie radio
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