Pontiac’s No More

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I worked the line 30 years.

and I still hear it ringin’ in my ears.

They shut it down.

put a chain across the door.

I don’t build Pontiacs no more

Pontiac’s no more.

The governor wouldn’t cut a deal.

left the union boys standin’ on their heels.

There’s no golden parachute

when you work the factory floor.

We don’t build Pontiacs no more.

Pontiac’s no more.

My uncle brewed Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.

They left him high and dry after 40 years.

They cut his medical.

They cut his pension.

The things they done to him,

flat out should not have happened.

Now he won’t buy Pabst beer at the store.

And I won’t drive Pontiacs no more.

Pontiac’s no more.

The first new car my Daddy ever owned,

was a 60 Pontiac Ventura, long and white and full of chrome.

2 door hard top coupe, push-button radio

Rochester carburetor, man that thing could go

jet tail lights, rear wheel drive, not too good in snow,

tell me something I don’t already know

They don’t make them like that anymore.

Pontiac’s no more.

You can blame it on the economy.

You can blame it on high corporate salaries.

You can blame it on big oil companies.

You can blame it on the Japanese.

You can blame it on Wall Street greed.

I just built Pontiacs.

Don’t blame this on me.

Don’t put this on me.

I worked the line 30 years

and I still hear it ringin’ in my ears.

 

Written By: John Stano Copyright 2009

$12.50 Stella high-strung acoustic guitar, vocals: John Stano

From the album: “Caribou Bar & Grill”

Published by: John Stano and Playing Records 2010

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