Pontiac Preacher

(Music Intro: A slow, greasy, overdriven guitar riff kicks in. A simple, heavy drum beat. Low, rumbling bassline.)

(Verse 1)
Sunrise bleedin' on the two-lane black,
Got my hands on the wheel, ain't no turnin' back.
Gasoline sermon and a V8 choir,
This four-wheeled pulpit's takin' me higher.
Got a pocket full of dust and a soul on fire,
Yeah, the road's my church, the engine's my desire.

(Chorus)
Chasin' that dream in my Pontiac machine,
Meanest set of wheels that you ever seen.
Yeah, she's low and she's loud, she's dirty and she's clean,
The Pontiac Preacher, on a mojo-fueled scene.
A-haw, haw, haw, haw!

(Verse 2)
Left a note on the table, said "Don't wait up for me,"
Got a date with destiny, down in Tennessee.
Or maybe California, where the sun burns bright,
Don't really matter, long as I can drive all night.
Got a bottle of cheap whiskey and the radio's low,
Just the chrome god whisperin' which way to go.

(Chorus)
Chasin' that dream in my Pontiac machine,
Meanest set of wheels that you ever seen.
Yeah, she's low and she's loud, she's dirty and she's clean,
The Pontiac Preacher, on a mojo-fueled scene.
Alright now!

(Guitar Solo)
(A scorching, bluesy guitar solo full of pinch harmonics, swagger, and greasy bends. Think "La Grange" or "Tush". The riff underneath is simple, hypnotic, and heavy.)

(Bridge)
Some folks chase money, some folks chase fame,
They all call my honey a dirty, dirty name.
But she's a Firebird screamin', a GTO queen,
The last of the real ones, if you know what I mean.
Yeah, she understands me... oh, you know she does.

(Chorus)
Chasin' that dream in my Pontiac machine,
Meanest set of wheels that you ever seen.
Yeah, she's low and she's loud, she's dirty and she's clean,
The Pontiac Preacher, on a mojo-fueled scene.

(Outro)
Yeah, the Pontiac Preacher...
Rollin' down the highway...
Just me and my baby...
Uhm-hmm...
(Guitar riff fades out slowly with one last, long, sustained note with heavy vibrato.)