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Drive (For Daddy Gene) Lyrics By Alan Jackson

    it was painted red the stripe was white
    it was 8 feet from the bow to stern light
    secondhand from a dealer in atlanta
    i rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
    we put on a shine put on a motor
    built out of love and made for the water
    ran her for years ’til the transom got rotten
    a piece of my childhood will never be forgotten

    it was just an old plywood boat
    with a ’75 johnson and electric choke
    a young boy two hands on the wheel
    i can’t replace the way it made me feel
    and i would turn her sharp
    and i would make it whine
    he’d say you can’t beat the way an old wood boat rides
    just a little lake ‘cross the alabama line
    but i was king of the ocean
    when daddy let me drive

    just an old half ton short bed ford
    my uncle bought new in ’64
    daddy got it right ’cause the engine was smoking
    a couple of burnt valves and he had it going
    he’d let me drive her when we’d haul off a load
    down a dirt strip where we’d dump trash off of thigpen road
    i’d sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
    smiling like a hero that just received his medal

    it was just an old hand me down ford
    with three speed on the column and a dent in the door
    a young boy two hands on the wheel
    i can’t replace the way it made me feel and
    i would press that clutch
    and i’d keep it right
    he’d say a little slower son you’re doing just fine
    just a dirt road with trash on each side
    but i was mario andretti
    when daddy let me drive

    i’m grown up now three daughters of my own
    i let them drive my old jeep
    across the pasture at our home
    maybe one day they’ll reach back in their file
    and pull out that old memory
    and think of me and smile and say

    it was just an old worn out jeep
    with rusty old floorboards hot on my feet
    a young girl two hands on the wheel
    i can’t replace the way it made me feel
    and he’d say turn it left and steer it right
    straighten up girl now you’re doing just fine
    just a little valley by the river where we’d ride
    but i was high on a mountain
    when daddy let me drive
    when daddy let me drive
    oh he let me drive

    it was just an old plywood boat
    with a ’75 johnson and electric choke

    Artist: Alan Jackson

    Year: 2002

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 233