Album
Desperate Man
Hippie Radio
FIRST PLAYED
Friday, Sep 28, 2018
Ohana Music and Arts Festival, Dana Point, CA
LAST PLAYED
Saturday, Aug 19, 2023
The Wharf Amphitheater, Orange Beach, AL
Release Date
Friday, Oct 05, 2018
Times Played
52
PURCHASE SONG
STREAM SONG
LYRICS
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow
He was a young man then and I was a little fellow
I'd play in that bench backseat and listen to the songs get sung
He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but he'd sing at the top of his lungs
Carry On My Wayward Son on a hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
I was the band and I would stand, and we'd bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
I can't remember if it was 17, or maybe 18 is right
But I’ll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
I won her heart the week before, and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy's mouth for making fun of my car
And it was “White Wedding,” “Rebel Yell” on a hippie radio
I was a Werewolf in London and she was Lady Marmalade’s soul
I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off a back road
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
4 years and 7 days after tying cans to the bumper
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long gone song
Cats in the cradle and a silver spoon on a hippie radio
ABC, 123, don't blink or he'll be grown
And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said, I know
A boy and his dad, and a boy and his girl in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
He was a young man then and I was a little fellow
I'd play in that bench backseat and listen to the songs get sung
He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but he'd sing at the top of his lungs
Carry On My Wayward Son on a hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
I was the band and I would stand, and we'd bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
I can't remember if it was 17, or maybe 18 is right
But I’ll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
I won her heart the week before, and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy's mouth for making fun of my car
And it was “White Wedding,” “Rebel Yell” on a hippie radio
I was a Werewolf in London and she was Lady Marmalade’s soul
I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off a back road
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac and a hippie radio
4 years and 7 days after tying cans to the bumper
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long gone song
Cats in the cradle and a silver spoon on a hippie radio
ABC, 123, don't blink or he'll be grown
And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said, I know
A boy and his dad, and a boy and his girl in a Pontiac and a hippie radio