Robert Earl Keen, Jr. - Daddy Had a Buick

Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy like to drive it and Mama liked to glide
Four white walls constantly in motion
from the Great Smoky Mountains to the California ocean,
Two-tone, rag-top, holes in the side,
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride.
Daddy had a Buick, holes in the side,
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy was talker and a son-of-a-gun
Mama was a looker and a barrel of fun
Daddy kept the car straight Mama read the road map
Flyin' down the interstate Mama's head in Daddy's lap.
Three blocks long and two lanes wide
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy had a Buick two lanes wide
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
From Atlantic to Pacific and everywhere between,
The lakes of Minnesota to the town of New Orleans,
Oklahoma, Arizona, any place that they would want to,
play around, run about, lay it down or blow it out.
Daddy at the wheel and Mama by his side
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride.
Daddy had a Buick, Mama by his side.
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride.
Daddy got the blue skies, Mama got the breeze
Me I got my Mama's eyes, my Daddy's Buick keys.
Gonna do things my way now I finally got one.
Flyin' down the highway my baby ridin' shotgun.
Two-tone, rag-top, holes in the side,
Me I got a Buick and baby loves to ride
Me I got a Buick, baby loves to ride
Me I got a Buick, my baby by my side
Daddy has a Buick, two lanes wide
Daddy has a Buick and Mama loves to ride

Written by:
ROBERT EARL KEEN

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