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