Big Ol' Buick

Lord, I hung my head and cried
Ford Motor Credit done took my ride
Cadillacin’ on my own two feet
Big Ol’ Buick on the side of the street
The sign said “clean” but it was dirty and brown
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town

Walked up to the house and knocked on the door
The man said “Boy, what you here for?”
I said “I’m tired of walkin’ need to check that car”
He took a drink from his mason jar
Said “The owner’s name was Big John Brown”
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town

I climbed inside and stepped on the clutch
The floorboard was filled with cigarette butts
Fired up the engine, it started to scream
Looked in the back, there’s a fifth of Jim Beam
The sign said “clean” but it was dirty and brown
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town

The upholstery was black and shiny and cold
Windshield was filled with .38 holes
Opened the trunk just to see what was there
There was blood on the tire iron and some on the spare
The sign said “clean” but it was dirty and brown
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town

I’m the kind to let things slide
But Ford Motor Credit done took my ride
Now you see me pimpin’ down
In my Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town
Big Ol’ Buick from the bad side of town