Big Old Long Buick

Big old long Buick, Big old long Buick,
Big old long Buick, Sittin' in the drive.
Big old long Buick, Big old long Buick,
Big old long Buick, Sittin' in the drive.

And it won't go forward, and it won't go back,
'Cause the wheels got sold with Daddy's heart attack,
And it won't go slow, and it won't go fast,
'Cause the motor got sold when my Daddy's past
Caught up to him, one cold winter day,
And a fine Buick motor was the only way
That we had to pay

And the left front fender got that big old dent,
Where my little brother Tommy had the accident,
When he tapped that car on the interstate
And the wreck didn't hurt him,
But the other guy's fist messed up his face.

And it won't go cruisin' and it won't ride around,
And it won't still make those old Buick sounds, it'd go..
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Big old long Buick, you're the hot stuff in the town,
Big old long Buick, cruisin' high cotton now.
Big old long Buick, you're the hot stuff in the town,
Big old long Buick, cruisin' high cotton now.

Big old long Buick, Big old long Buick,
Big old long Buick, Sittin' in the drive.
Big old long Buick, Big old long Buick,
Big old long Buick, Sittin' in the drive.