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