That's why I hate Pontiac's

[Doug 97SS]

New Song from Rebecca Lynn Howard....too funny....

[bigtow]

here they are

heres the lyrics

The Cera vines were covered
Every sunset was a watercolor,
The promise of a perfect summer
A blue eyed boy with a red TransAm.
We spent hours on his hood just laughing
In between the moonlight just dancing.
And it was way too short but oh so sweet
Don't know what it was to him but it was love to me.

That's why I hate Pontiacs,
Black vinyl seats
And Crackerjacks
With plastic rings
They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night

That's why I hate river roads
With the windows down
And Tupelo, oh I hate that town.
'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound
And he never did come back
That's why I hate Pontiacs.

I filed away my wounded pride
I found someone and loved again;
Never take a trip to way back when.

'Til the radio plays a certain song
And it's like a finger on the trigger
Some old hurts they just hurt bigger.
Might have gotten past it long ago
but parts of yesterday ... they get tattooed on your soul

That's why I hate Pontiacs
Black vinyl seats,
And Crackerjacks
With plastic rings
They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night.

That's why I hate river roads
With the windows down
And Tupelo, oh I hate that town.
'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound
And he never did come back.

That's why I hate Pontiacs

That's why I hate Pontiacs
Black vinyl seats
We were maniacs.
So wild and free 'til he took it back
That he loved me
And he drove off like the wind

That's why I hate Scorpios
You can't tie 'em down,
And Tupelo, Lord I hate that town.
'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound
And he never did come back.

That's why I hate Pontiacs

i wouldnt mind hearing the song though

[bigtow]

or this from GRETCHEN WILSON


When it's all over but the shoutin'
When God the Father's done his final accounting
And I find out that I made the cut
Boys i'm gonna get me a chariot
Yeah a big gold eagle on the hood
Trans Am chariot

Gonna find my great granddaddy
That peace pipe smokin' Cherokee
Gonna get him all schooled
In them mags and struts
Then we gonna drag us a chariot
Yeah a big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot

[CHORUS]

Good lord Witchita
Sure hope Samson ain't no law dog
Redneck you better out run him
Damn sure don't wanna get caught
Crime what crime
We was all hopped up on new wine
And mama's gonna kill me if I get
Kicked out of the choir
But you just gotta run them chariots

[RAP]

Now here's a little story happened long ago
One day Ezekiel went out for a stroll
Walkin' by the river low and behold
Down came 4 angels in a Cadillac gold
He said "swing down sweet chariot come on and give me a ride"
So they scooped em up, the rig was souped up, man it had TV's inside
Ol' Zeke was surprised cause his eyes had seen beyond
His wildest dreams, He'd go on to see a thousand things

We'll paint that number eight on the driver's side
That's how old I was when I gave Jesus my life
I stepped right up and got washed in the blood
Just a little kid singin' 'bout a chariot

[REPEAT CHORUS TWICE]

When it's all over but the shoutin'...

[MN6WS6]

There's another song out by a girl called "Chasin' those Texas Plates", where she talks about this guy she was flirting with leaving her TA behind with his Mustang. Man did she ever age herself with that song, because the last time a Mustang outran a TA was in like 92