Pontiac Blues

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

And cut the bright lights on

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