Pontiac - Lyle Lovett

    I park my pontiac
    Down the hill out in back
    Late every afternoon
    With a coke and a cigarette
    And all of the neighbors there
    They see a nice old man

    And the girl there across the street
    She sits on her front porch swing
    She never realized
    What I told her with my eyes
    How back in the second war
    I killed twenty German boys
    With my own bare hands

    And the woman inside my house
    She won't stop talking
    She never says a thing
    She just keeps talking
    And I might just leave her still
    After the sun goes down
    And I smoke this cigarette


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