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