Eric Church - Hippie radio

My ^Gdaddy had a Pontiac on the ^Cadd9beige-er side of ye^Gllow ^GHe ^G/F#was a ^Em7young man then and ^Cadd9I was a lit^Dtle fel^Gla ^GI'd play in that bench back seat and ^Cadd9listen to the songs get s^Gung ^GHe couldn't ^G/F#carry a ^Em7tune in a bucket but he'd ^Dsing at the ^Cadd9top of his l^Gungs

^GCarry on my ^Em7wayward son on a hi^Cadd9ppie rad^Gio ^GSongs about the flower ^Em7babies and the b^Dirth of rock and roll ^GAnd I was ^G/F#band and ^Em7I would stand and ^Cadd9we'd bounce down the r^Goad ^GA boy and his^G/F# dad in a^Em7 Pontiac with that ^Cadd9hippie ^Dradi^Go

^GCan't' remember if it was seventeen, may^Cadd9be eightee^Gn is right ^GBut I'll never ^G/F#forget those ^Em7baby blues and the^Cadd9 glow of that ^Ddashboard ^Glight ^GI'd won her heart the week before and it wa^Cadd9s hot right from the^G start ^GI busted ^G/F#her brother ^Em7Billy's mouth for m^Cadd9akin' fun^D of my car^G

It was White^G Wedding and Rebe^Em7l Yell on the hipp^Cadd9ie radio ^G I was ^GWerewolf in ^Em7London, and she was ^DLady Marmalade's soul ^GAnd I'd crank the b^G/F#and, t^Em7ake her hand and ^Cadd9we'd pull off ^Dback a ^Groad ^GA boy and his ^G/F#girl in a ^Em7Pontiac, and th^Cadd9e hippie^D rad^Gio

^GFour years and seven days from tying ^Cadd9cans to the b^Gumper ^GI was pac^G/F#ing a mat^Em7ernity floor, my flo^Cadd9wer baby was a ^Dmother^G My ^Ghands were shaking as we were leaving, ^Cadd9taking our boy h^Gome My ^Gheart was ^G/F#full and ^Em7in my head I could ^Cadd9hear a lo^Dng, long s^Gong

^GCat's in the cradle and the ^Em7silver spoon on the ^Dhippie radi^Go ^GA-B-C, ^Em71-2-3, don't ^Dblink or he'll be gone And ^GI took her ^G/F#hand and ^Em7she just smiled with a l^Cadd9ook that said "I k^Gnow" A ^Gboy and his ^G/F#dad and a ^Em7boy and his girl in a Po^Cadd9ntiac ^DAnd the hippie radio