Hippie Radio
Eric Church Lyrics

My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow
My father owned a yellowish-beige Pontiac when he was young

He was a young man then and I was a little fella
My father was young at the time he owned the Pontiac, and I was a child.

I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
As a child, I would sit in the back seat and listen to my father sing along to the songs on the radio.

He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs
My father was not a great singer, but he would sing loudly and enthusiastically regardless.

Carry On My Wayward Son on the hippie radio
Hippie radio station played the song 'Carry On My Wayward Son'.

Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
The radio station played music that celebrated the hippie era and the emergence of rock music.

And I was a band, I would stand and we'd bounce down the road A boy and his dad in a Pontiac with that hippie radio
I would pretend that I was part of a band while bouncing along in the car with my father and the hippie radio playing in the background.

Can't' remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right,
I am not sure whether I was seventeen or eighteen years old at the time.

But I'll never forget those baby blues and the glow of that dashboard light
I will always remember the bright blue eyes of the girl I was with and the light of the dashboard illuminating her face.

I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
I had recently started a romantic relationship with the girl beside me, and things were moving quickly in a passionate way.

I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car
I got into a physical altercation with my girlfriend's brother after he made fun of my car.

And it was White Wedding and Rebel Yell on the hippie radio
At the time, the radio station was playing popular songs such as 'White Wedding' and 'Rebel Yell'.

I was a Werewolf in London, and she was Lady Marmalade's soul
As we drove, the radio played 'Werewolf in London' and 'Lady Marmalade', which we enjoyed listening to together.

And I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off back a road
I turned up the volume of the radio and held my girlfriend's hand as we drove down a road less traveled.

Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
Four years and seven days after my wedding, when cans were attached to the back of my car, we became parents.

I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
I was anxiously pacing the floor of the maternity ward while my wife gave birth to our child.

My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
As we left the hospital with our newborn son, my hands were shaking in nervous excitement.

My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song
I was overwhelmed with emotions, and a long song played in my head to mark the moment.

Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
The radio station played 'Cat's in the Cradle', a song about fatherhood and the responsibility that comes with it.

A-B-C, 1-2-3, don't blink or he'll be gone
Songs like 'ABC' and '1-2-3' were reminders of how quickly children grow up and urging parents not to miss the important moments.

And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said 'I know'
I held my wife's hand, and she smiled at me, as if she understood how I was feeling in this moment.

A boy and his dad, and a boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and the hippie radio
Throughout our lives, the hippie radio station remained a cherished soundtrack, accompanying us on many important moments, including those shared between a boy and his father, and a boy and his wife in a Pontiac.