Big Ole Buick

Big Ole Buick - (c) Chuck Schaeffer

Well … back in nineteen three a man named Dave
couldn’t know what’d become of his dream today
Some metal and rubber, for a couple of bucks
every guy could buy a pickup truck
Drive to the lake, bask in the sun,
drink a little beer, have some fun
When it’s dark, crawl in back
and park… in my…

Chorus
Big Ole Buick
Body full of rust
Just keeps on going
“In God We Trust”
Big Ole Buick
Down that dirt road
Kicking up the dust

I was seventeen, wild and free
Took my Big Ole Buick, raced for the sea
pedal to the metal, tearing up the road
a hundred and ten, so I was told
by a trooper on route 1-9
who walked up, said “you crossed the line”
I said “Hello friend, so we meet again…”

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Thinking ‘bout the times, about the days
my head was in a constant haze
Rumbling down the highway, my Buick & me
Now my mode of transportation’s
cause for fear and desperation
Nowhere to run, nowhere to flee

I don’t think Dave had in mind that day
when in Detroit he borrowed his life away
Long time gone, memory little faded
of the Big Ole Buick being towed and berated
Slip in snow, slide in rain
Eight miles to the gallon, drive you insane, but
What’s in my spot of the parking lot,
(yep, you guessed it!) my..

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Big Ole Buick, I was so close
We’ll now I’m home, my butt is toast
Big Ole Buick, please help me out
He’s got the whip, feet don’t fail me now…

Oh, my Big Ole Buick
Going downtown in my Big Ole, Regal Buick
Gonna catch some hell in my ’76 Big Ole Buick
See you later in my Big Ole, Regal Buick