Tim Gooding
Lyrics
A Pontiac Full of Greyhounds
All I ever wanted was a simple life
A Pontiac full of greyhounds and an understanding wife
What's wrong with me? Where can she be?
Too much understanding gets a woman frayed and torn
So I move into the Ponty and those doggies keep me warm
What's wrong with me? Where can she be?
That Ponty loving greyhound patting good old girl for me
I got the car, I got the dogs, I got the simple life
Only thing I'm missing is the understanding wife