Robert Earl Keen - Daddy Had A Buick lyrics

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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

Flying 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

Flying down the highway my baby riding 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