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Drive (For Daddy Gene)by Alan Jackson
 
 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
 
 It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
 With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
 A young boy two honds on the wheel
 I can¡¦t replace the way it mode 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 rood 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 floorboard, 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, 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
 
 Daddy let me drive
 
 It's just an old plywood boat
 With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
 
 
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