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“Daddy’s Song”: Scotty McCreery Shares the Sweet Musical Bond He Shares With Son Avery

Not long after welcoming his second child, Scotty McCreery is reminding fans that fatherhood is still his favorite role of all. In a recent YouTube video, the American Idol winner opened up about the tender way his firstborn son, Avery, is already taking after him—and, fittingly, it all comes back to music

In a reel shared by Taste of Country on October 13, 2025, McCreery revealed that every member of the family now has a “theme song” when they’re riding in the car. It’s become a little ritual between father and son, and it shows just how deeply Avery connects with music at such a young age.

“Every member of the family has a song,” Scotty explained, smiling as he described car rides with his energetic toddler. When Avery calls out “Daddy song,” there’s only one choice: “Cab in a Solo.” That track has become Dad’s personal anthem in Avery’s mind, the musical cue that instantly makes him think of Scotty behind the wheel, singing along.

But Avery doesn’t stop there. According to Scotty, his son has picked out designated tracks for his mom, his “Papa,” and his “Gigi” as well. Each important person in his life gets a soundtrack, and Avery is the self-appointed DJ. “He’ll just yell out requests,” McCreery said with a laugh, adding that his little boy will often listen to just ten seconds of a song before deciding it’s time to change to another. It’s a habit that many parents will recognize, but in this case, it also hints at a budding musical ear—one that moves quickly, responds emotionally, and never seems to get enough.

Of course, Avery’s tastes are not limited to country radio. Scotty revealed that his son is also a huge fan of classic Disney soundtracks. “We watch Disney movies just so he can sing,” he admitted. One of Avery’s favorites is “Hakuna Matata” from The Lion King, a song generations of children have belted out in living rooms, backseats, and schoolyards. During the interview, Scotty even offered a playful imitation of his son’s enthusiastic singing, giving fans a glimpse of what those family movie nights must sound like.

None of this comes as a surprise. With a father who has spent his adult life on stage and in the studio, Avery has grown up surrounded by melody and lyrics. The little boy has already had some remarkable experiences for someone his age. Back in 2023, when he was still an infant, Avery accompanied his parents to the Country Music Hall of Fame in Nashville. There, the family posed for photos in front of a display in the “American Currents: State of the Music” exhibit that featured Scotty himself—a full-circle moment that quietly underlined the legacy this young family is building.

And now, Avery has a new partner to share all that music with. Scotty and his wife, Gabi, welcomed their second son in September 2025. The proud parents took to social media shortly after the birth, sharing a heart-melting photo carousel. One of the standout images showed Avery holding his baby brother, smiling so wide it seemed to light up the frame. “Can’t imagine life without him. We love him so very much,” Gabi captioned the post, capturing both the awe and the gratitude that come with expanding a family.

McCreery briefly stepped away from the road to be home for the birth and those fragile first weeks, but he won’t be gone from the stage for long. He’s set to resume touring on November 6, 2025, with nearly a dozen shows scheduled before the year is out. Even as the pace of his career continues, the video makes it clear that Scotty’s heart is firmly anchored at home—with a little boy who shouts out song requests from the backseat, and another tiny voice just beginning to find its own melody

In the end, the sweetest revelation from Scotty McCreery’s interview is simple: long before Avery understands chart positions or award shows, he understands that music is how his family loves, laughs, and stays connected. And for a country star who built his life on songs, there may be no greater legacy than that.

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Lyrics

I know I’m still young
But I know how I feel
I might not have too much experience
But I know when love is real
By the way my heart starts poundin’
When I look into your eyes
I might look a little silly
Standin’ with my arms stretched open wide
I love you this big
Eyes have never seen this big
No one’s ever dreamed this big
And I’ll spend the rest of my life
Explainin’ what words cannot describe but I’ll try
I love you this big
I’ll love you to the moon and back
I’ll love you all the time
Deeper than the ocean
And higher than the pines
‘Cause, girl, you do somethin’ to me
Deep down in my heart
I know I look a little crazy
Standin’ with my arms stretched all apart
I love you this big
Eyes have never seen this big
No one’s ever dreamed this big
And I’ll spend the rest of my life
Explainin’ what words cannot describe but I’ll try
I love you this big
So much bigger
Than I ever dreamed my heart ever would
I love you this big
And I’d write your name in stars across the sky
If I could, I would
I love you this big
Oh, eyes have never seen this big
No one’s ever dreamed this big
And I’ll spend the rest of my life
Explainin’ what words cannot describe but I’ll try
I love you this big
Oh, eyes have never seen this big
No one’s ever dreamed this big
And I’ll spend the rest of my life
Explainin’ what words cannot describe but I’ll try
I love you this big

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