Pontiac Blues Lyrics by Yardbirds
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(Rice Miller Williamson)
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?]
(Rice Miller Williamson)   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?]