The Wysteria vines were climbin'
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Every sunset was a watercolor,
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The promise of a perfect summer
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A blue eyed boy with a red TransAm.
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We spent hours on his hood just laughing
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In between the moonlight just dancing.
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And it was way too short but oh so sweet
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Don't know what it was to him but it was love to me.
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That's why I hate Pontiacs,
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Black vinyl seats
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And Crackerjacks
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With plastic rings
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They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night
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That's why I hate river roads
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With the windows down
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And Tupelo, oh I hate that town.
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'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound
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And he never did come back
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That's why I hate Pontiacs.
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I filed away my wounded pride
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I found someone and loved again;
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Never take a trip to way back when.
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'Til the radio plays a certain song
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And it's like a finger on the trigger
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Some old hurts they just hurt bigger.
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Might have gotten past it long ago
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but parts of yesterday ... they get tattooed on your soul
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That's why I hate Pontiacs
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Black vinyl seats,
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And Crackerjacks
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With plastic rings
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They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night.
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That's why I hate river roads
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With the windows down
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And Tupelo, oh I hate that town.
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'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound
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And he never did come back.
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That's why I hate Pontiacs
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That's why I hate Pontiacs
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Black vinyl seats
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We were maniacs.
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So wild and free 'til he took it back
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That he loved me
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And he drove off like the wind
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That's why I hate Scorpios
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You can't tie 'em down,
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And Tupelo, Lord I hate that town.
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'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound
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And he never did come back.
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That's why I hate Pontiacs
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That's Why I Hate Pontiacs
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| Rebecca Lynn Howard |
