Eric Church - Hippie radio

My ^Cdaddy had a Pontiac on the ^Fbeige-er side of ^Cyellow ^CHe ^C/Bwas a ^Amyoung man then and ^FI was a ^Glittle ^Cfella ^CI'd play in that bench back seat and ^Flisten to the songs get ^Csung ^CHe couldn't ^C/Bcarry a ^Amtune in a bucket but he'd ^Gsing at the ^Ftop of his ^Clungs

^CCarry On My ^AmWayward Son on the ^Fhippie ^Cradio ^CSongs about the flower ^Ambabies and the ^Gbirth of rock and roll ^CI was the ^C/Bband and ^AmI would stand and ^Fwe'd bounce down the ^Croad ^CA boy and his ^C/Bdad in a ^AmPontiac and a ^Fhippie ^Gradi^Co

^CI Can't remember if it was 17, or maybe ^F18 is righ^Ct ^CBut I'll never ^C/Bforget those ^Ambaby blues in the ^Fglow of that ^Gdashboard ^Clight ^CI won her heart the week before and it was ^Fhot right from the s^Ctart ^CI busted her ^C/Bbrother ^AmBilly's mouth for ^Fmakin' ^Gfun of my ^Ccar

And it was "^CWhite Wedding," "^AmRebel Yell" on a ^Fhippie radi^Co I was ^Cwerewolf in ^AmLondon, and she was ^GLady Marmalade's soul ^CI'd crank the ^C/Bband, ^Amtake her hand and we'd ^Fpull off a ^Gback ^Croad ^CA boy and his ^C/Bgirl in a ^AmPontiac, and a ^Fhippie ^Gradi^Co

^C4 years and 7 days after tying ^Fcans to the ^Cbumper ^C I was ^C/Bpacing a ^Ammaternity floor, my ^Fflower baby ^Gwas a ^Cmother My ^Chands were shaking as we were leaving, ^Ftaking our boy ^Chome My ^Cheart was ^C/Bfull and ^Amin my head I could ^Fhear a ^Glong gone ^Csong ^C

^CCat's in the cradle and the ^Amsilver spoon on the ^Ghippie radi^Co ^CA-B-C, ^Am1-2-3, don't ^Gblink or he'll be grown And ^CI took her ^C/Bhand and ^Amshe just smiled with a ^Flook and said, I k^Cnow A ^Cboy and his ^C/Bdad, and a^Am boy and his girl in a ^FPontiac ^{F G} And a hippie radio