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      Drive (For Daddy Gene)

      Drive (For Daddy Gene)

      Alan Jackson

      Album: The Essential

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      Alan Jackson - Drive (For Daddy Gene) Música y Letra

      It was painted red the stripe was white
      It was 18 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 forgoten
      
      It was just an 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 it whine
      He'd say, "You can't beat the way a 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 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 pedels
      Smiling like a hero who just received his medal
      
      It was just an old hand me down ford
      With 3 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 would keep it right
      He would say a little slower son
      Your 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
      3 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 floor boards
      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
      
      Daddy let me drive
      
      Oh he let me drive
      
      It's just an old plywood boat
      With a 75 johnson
      And electric choke

      Alan Jackson - Drive (For Daddy Gene) Música y Letra

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