Drive (For Daddy Gene) Performed By Brett Smith It was painted red, The stripe was white It was eighteen feet From the bow to the stern light Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy When he went there to get 'er Put on a shine put on a motor Built out of love And made for the water Ran her for years 'Till the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood That'll never be forgotten It was just an old plywood boat With a seventy-five 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'd make it wide And 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 sixty-four Daddy got it right 'Cause the engine was smokin' A couple of burnt valves And he had her goin' He'd let me drive her And 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 Smilin' 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 hands on the wheel I can't replace The way it made me feel I would press that clutch And I'd keep it right And he'd say a little slower son You're doin' 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 Two children of my own I let 'em drive my old jeep Down the back roads near our home Maybe one day They'll reach back in their file And pull out that old mem'ry 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 child 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 kid Now you're doin' 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 Oh, he let me drive Oh, he let me drive It was just an old plywood boat Seventy-five Johnson And electric choke ~~~ Alan Jackson ~~~ (I Changed The Last Verse From Three Daughters to Two Children To Fit My Situation) Background Image My Jeep With Rusty (I
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