Pontiac 79 - Words and Music by Laura Hayes

I remember it just like yesterday, my sweet 16 birthday, sitting round the table and blowing the candles out. Daddy handed me an envelope, something in it rattled and I sure did hope, and it was the keys to my new ride.

It wasn’t brand new and it wasn’t a compact, but it always got me there and back, every time I’d head out on the town. All my friends would climb on in, we’d close the doors at just about ten. Lord knows, there was plenty of room inside.

Chorus ~ In my blue Pontiac 79. It had running boards and a little rust on the side. It had an eight track player and power locks, It was 20 years old when I put it on blocks. My blue Pontiac 79. ~

When I left home the move was quick and neat. Everything I owned was in the back seat.

I drove that car to the city and back again. I put on thousands and thousands of miles. It only

left me walking a couple of times. How I loved to hear it purr again.

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That car had style and it had class. It was good to me but bad on gas. My blue Pontiac 79