By Robert Earl Keen

D/C# – X4X232
D/B – X2X232
D/A – X00232
G/F# – 2X0003

[D/C#] [D/B] [D/A]

I gave [D/C#]up the [D/B]fast lan[D/A]e for a blacktop [G/F#]county road
Just burned out all that talk about the mother lode
I traded [D/C#]for a [D/B]songbird[D/A] and a bigger [G/F#]piece of sky
When I miss the good old days, I cant imagine why

Chorus:
Still I get restless and drive into town
I cruise once down Main Street and turn back around
Its crazy but God knows I dont act my age
Like an old desperado who paints the town beige

[D/C#] [D/B] [D/A]
Down along the river and past the swimming hole
You can find your peace of mind with just a fishin pole
And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end
And never stop believin in that dream around the bend

Chorus

Deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl
Theres really nothin much to do until the first spring thaw
Its then I get to thinkin I must have gone insane
Old memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train

Use a shuffle rhythm with your fingers strumming and palm muting

B987888X
F9X87888
D9(10)9(10)(10)(10)X

Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy liked to drive it and Mama liked to glide
Four white walls constantly in motion

Two-tone, rag-top, 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

Daddy was a 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
Flyin down the interstate Mamas head in Daddys 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

The lakes of Minnesota to the town of New Orleans
Oklahoma, Arizona, any place they would wanna
Play around, run about, lay it down, or blow it out
Daddy at the wheel and Mama by his side
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
Daddy had a Buick, Mama by his side
Daddy had a Buick, and Mama loved to ride

Daddy got the blue skies, Mama got the breeze
Me I got my Mamas eyes, my Daddys Buick keys
Gonna do things my way now I finally got one
Flyin down the highway my baby ridin shotgun
Two-tone, rag-top, holes in the side
Me I got a Buick and baby loves to ride
Me I got a Buick, baby loves to ride
Me I got a Buick, my baby by my side

Daddy has a Buick, two lanes wide
Daddy has a Buick, and Mama loves to ride