Daddy Had A Buick - Robert Earl Keen

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 wanna,

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