Hippie Radio chords - Eric Church ♬ How to Play

Hippie Radio chords

[Intro]
C G Am F

[Verse 1]
C                              F                C
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
         Am        F                 G      C
He was a young man then and I was a little fella
                                      F                       C
I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
                     Am                        F                      C
He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs

[Chorus]
C             G               Am        C
Carry on my wayward son on a hippie radio
                        Am            G
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
    C     G        Am      C          F                    C
And I was band and I would stand and we'd bounce down the road
C                       Am                F       C
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac with that hippie radio

[Verse 2]
C                          F          C

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Can't' remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
                            Am                 F              G        C
But I'll never forget those baby blues and the glow of that dashboard light
                                             F                   C
I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
                      Am               F                 C
I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car

[Chorus 2]
C                         Am               C      F   C
It was White Wedding and Rebel Yell on the hippie radio
      C            Am                  G
I was Werewolf in London, and she was Lady Marmalade's soul
     C            G               C             F              C
And I'd crank the band, take her hand and we'd pull off back a road
C                       Am               F       C
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and the hippie radio

[Verse 3]
C                                     F           C
Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
               Am                    F               C
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
                                           F              C
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
                             Am           F                C
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song

[Chorus 3]
C            G               Am                  C
Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
C       Am           G
A-B-C, 1-2-3, don't blink or he'll be gone
    C                    Am                    F                  C
And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said "I know"
C                                              F          C  G
A boy and his dad and a boy and his girl in a Pontiac
C
And the hippie radio