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That '59 Pontiac 1 - by MARTY

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[Verse 1] My boots got chalk on ’em, map’s soft where it folds Sun’s coming in crooked through the gaps in the boards The AM sputters, porch fan knocks, screen door jumps Just this old truck, this red dirt, and me on the run [Chorus] Gone, gone, gone, that ’59 Pontiac (Woman: Baby, you parked too fast, you’re never getting that back) Gone, gone, gone, chrome flashing in my eyes (Woman: She took the back road, slick, and never said why) Gone, gone, gone, I call out, and the highway talks back (Woman: Keep calling, boy, she already left the track) [Verse 2] I pull into the diner where the pie case fogs up slow Coffee burned, clock stuck, couple folks with nowhere to go I ask the girl at the counter if a dark-haired woman came through Blue nails, smoke on her jacket, moving like she knew what to do Pencil in her hair, red mouth, bird tattoo on her wrist Pearls at her throat, heel marks, gone clean with a twist So I keep hitting every gas station, every bend in the lane Trying to catch that tail-end shine before it slips again [Chorus] Gone, gone, gone, that ’59 Pontiac (Woman: Baby, you parked too fast, you’re never getting that back) Gone, gone, gone, chrome flashing in my eyes (Woman: She took the back road, slick, and never said why) Gone, gone, gone, I call out, and the highway talks back (Woman: Keep calling, boy, she already left the track) [Bridge] Long hood, low enough to scrape She had one hand loose and the other on escape One hard turn and the whole road bent I’m still standing here where she left the dent [Chorus] Gone, gone, gone, that ’59 Pontiac (Woman: Baby, you parked too fast, you’re never getting that back) Gone, gone, gone, chrome flashing in my eyes (Woman: She took the back road, slick, and never said why) Gone, gone, gone, I call out, and the highway talks back (Woman: Keep calling, boy, she already left the track) [Outro] That out-of-state plate still spins around in my head I catch it in a hubcap flash, in the jukebox hiss, in red I keep rolling through these towns, asking everyone I meet For that dark-haired woman in the little ’59 Pontiac coupe, still out of reach.|