That's Why I Hate Pontiacs

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|