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

[... fine?]