Daddy's Oldsmobile Lyrics

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.

Instrumental break.
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.