Daddy Had a Buick Robert Earl Keen

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[Verse 1]
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 ragtop, 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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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