Daddy buy me a Gibson, I need a little more love from a little less pal
I'll get the picking, don't worry about the boy, I'll forget them all
And I'll make you proud
Daddy buy me a Gibson, I'll write you and momma humming-bird songs,
I'll drive around and singing, don't worry about the money cause it won't take long
Till I can draw a crowd and I'll make you proud
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me a Gibson
Daddy buy me a Gibson, there's a jumbo in the window at a music store
Not that I've been looking but a couple hundred down will get it out that door
And I love the way it sounds
Know I wanna make you proud
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me
One that will feel like it's holding me
I promise that I'll never ask for anything
Ever again
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me a Gibson
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Daddy buy me a Gibson, I need a little more love from a little less pal
I'll get the picking, don't worry about the boy, I'll forget them all
And I'll make you proud
Daddy buy me a Gibson, I'll write you and momma humming-bird songs,
I'll drive around and singing, don't worry about the money cause it won't take long
Till I can draw a crowd and I'll make you proud
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me a Gibson
Daddy buy me a Gibson, there's a jumbo in the window at a music store
Not that I've been looking but a couple hundred down will get it out that door
And I love the way it sounds
Know I wanna make you proud
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me
One that will feel like it's holding me
I promise that I'll never ask for anything
Ever again
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me a Gibson
I'll get the picking, don't worry about the boy, I'll forget them all
And I'll make you proud
Daddy buy me a Gibson, I'll write you and momma humming-bird songs,
I'll drive around and singing, don't worry about the money cause it won't take long
Till I can draw a crowd and I'll make you proud
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me a Gibson
Daddy buy me a Gibson, there's a jumbo in the window at a music store
Not that I've been looking but a couple hundred down will get it out that door
And I love the way it sounds
Know I wanna make you proud
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me
One that will feel like it's holding me
I promise that I'll never ask for anything
Ever again
And I don't care if it's all beat up
Belt buckle scratches and the frets are worn
Been rattle ground in a pickup truck through forty-eight states and a couple of wars
If it's warm and true, just like you and seen some living
Daddy buy me a Gibson