Daddy’s Oldsmobile

My daddy bought this car before I was born
Sure like the radio, I love the horn
I love the great big shiny steerin' wheel
Here in my daddy's Oldsmobile

Four kids can sure fill up a big back seat
They used to stop and get us something sweet
Now Mamma says: "Let's pray for one good meal."
Here in my daddy's Oldsmobile

Mama kisses us goodnight
Daddy reads his paper in the dashboard light
Crushes out his cigarette, says:
"Don't cry, honey, we ain't beat yet."

Another mornin' and we're up and gone
Daddy says there's work in San Antone
Two days of ridin', it ain't no big deal
Here in my daddy's Oldsmobile

Mama kisses us goodnight
Daddy reads his paper in the dashboard light
Crushes out his cigarette, says:
"Don't cry, honey, we ain't beat yet."

My daddy bought this car before I was born
Sure like the radio, I love the horn
I love the great big shiny steerin' wheel
Here in my daddy's Oldsmobile
Here in my daddy's Oldsmobile