Pontiac

I park my Pontiac

Down the hill out in back

Late every afternoon, I go there and sit

And all of the neighbors, they see a nice old manAnd the girl there across the street

She sits there on her front porch swing

She never realized

But I told her with my eyes

Back in the Second War, I killed 20 German boys

With my own bare handsThe woman inside my house

She just keeps talking

She never says a thing

She just keeps on talking

I may just leave her still

After the sun goes downAnd I smoke this cigarette

Songwriters

LOVETT, LYLE PEARCEPublished by

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