Alan Jackson - Drive (For Daddy Gene) Lyrics

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It was painted red the stripe was white

It was eighteen feet from the bow to the 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 made for the water

Ran her for years 'til the transom got rotten

A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten

It was just on old plywood boat

With a '75 Johnson with 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 her whine

He'd say "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"

Just a little lake across the Alabama line

But I was king of the ocean

When daddy let me drive

Just an old half ton shortbed 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 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

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It was just an old hand-me-down Ford

Three-speed on the column and a dent in the door

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 would keep it right

And 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

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

She's just an old plywood boat

With a '75 Johnson with electric choke

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