E
It's a Pontiac
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It's a '63 Stratochief with a three on the tree
             C#
And it belongs to me
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And my baby
E
Her and me
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We go driving down old highway seventeen
                C#
She puts on the radio
                E
Rolls down the window
                C#
Lays her head back
                E
It's a Pontiac


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It ain't got no wild horses painted on the side
           E                            C#
And the objects in the mirror are precisely their own size
E                              C#
It's got a chrome Indian in front of the door

E                             C#
Might be an Apache or an Arapaho
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Or a Pontiac

[Chorus]
Em
There was an incident last night
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At seventeen and third
    Em                        C#
It all happened so fast nobody's really sure
    Em                                    C#
But somebody held the rifle, somebody held the sack
E
And as fast as they were there
                    C#
Well they were gone just like that
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In a Pontiac

E                                     C#
The anti-freeze is boiling and the oil pressure's low
        E                                    C#
And the pedal's to the metal and it's as fast as it can go
             E                              C#
And the stain on her shoulder I getting darker you know
              E                         C#
And the radio keep blasting out the facts
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It's a Pontiac