AMANDA WILKINSON - PONTIACS lyrics

The Wysteria vines were climbin'

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