Eric Church - Hippie Radio lyrics

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