That's Why I Hate Pontiacs Lyrics - Rebecca Lynn Howard

The Wysteria vines were climbin' 

Every sunset was a watercolor, 

The promise of a perfect summer 

A blue eyed boy with a red TransAm. 

We spent hours on his hood just laughing 

In between the moonlight just dancing. 

And it was way too short but oh so sweet 

Don't know what it was to him but it was love to me. 

That's why I hate Pontiacs, 

Black vinyl seats 

And Crackerjacks 

With plastic rings 

They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night 

That's why I hate river roads 

With the windows down 

And Tupelo, oh I hate that town. 

'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound 

And he never did come back 

That's why I hate Pontiacs. 

I filed away my wounded pride 

I found someone and loved again; 

Never take a trip to way back when. 

'Til the radio plays a certain song 

And it's like a finger on the trigger 

Some old hurts they just hurt bigger. 

Might have gotten past it long ago 

but parts of yesterday ... they get tattooed on your soul 

That's why I hate Pontiacs 

Black vinyl seats, 

And Crackerjacks 

With plastic rings 

They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night. 

That's why I hate river roads 

With the windows down 

And Tupelo, oh I hate that town. 

'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound 

And he never did come back. 

That's why I hate Pontiacs 

That's why I hate Pontiacs 

Black vinyl seats 

We were maniacs. 

So wild and free 'til he took it back 

That he loved me 

And he drove off like the wind 

That's why I hate Scorpios 

You can't tie 'em down, 

And Tupelo, Lord I hate that town. 

'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound 

And he never did come back. 

That's why I hate Pontiacs