| My daddy bought this car before I was born
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| Sure like the radio, I love the horn
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| I love the great big shiny steerin' wheel
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| Here in my daddy’s Oldsmobile
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| Four kids can sure fill up a big back seat
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| They used to stop and get us something sweet
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| Now Mamma says: «Let's pray for one good meal.»
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| Here in my daddy’s Oldsmobile
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| Mama kisses us goodnight
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| Daddy reads his paper in the dashboard light
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| Crushes out his cigarette, says:
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| «Don't cry, honey, we ain’t beat yet.»
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| Another mornin' and we’re up and gone
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| Daddy says there’s work in San Antone
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| Two days of ridin', it ain’t no big deal
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| Here in my daddy’s Oldsmobile
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| Mama kisses us goodnight
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| Daddy reads his paper in the dashboard light
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| Crushes out his cigarette, says:
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| «Don't cry, honey, we ain’t beat yet.»
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| My daddy bought this car before I was born
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| Sure like the radio, I love the horn
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| I love the great big shiny steerin' wheel
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| Here in my daddy’s Oldsmobile
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| Here in my daddy’s Oldsmobile |