Pontiac Blues Lyrics - Yardbirds

I found out, 

What my baby likes. 

I found out, 

What my baby likes. 

[She likes a] whole lot of loving, 

And a straight-eight Pontiac. 

We gonna get on the highway, 

[And cut the?] bright lights [on?] 

Get on the highway, 

[Got the?] bright lights [on?] 

Turn the radio on, 

Dig that voice from the North. 

Oh, 

[?] 

Yes baby I know. 

[?] 

With your head in my chest, 

[... in my bed ?] 

We gonna move, 

Down highway 49. 

We gonna move, 

Down the highway 49. 

She got her head in my chest 

[... fine?]