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Drive Alan Jackson
Was painte[B]d red, the st[F#]ripe was white,
It was [E]18 feet from the bow to the stern light.
[B]Second hand from a [F#]dealer in Atlanta,
I [E]rode up with Daddy when he went there to get her.
[B]Put on a shine,[F#] put on the motor,
[E]Built out of love, made for the water.
[B]Ran her for years 'til the [F#]transom got rotten,
A [E]piece of my childhood that'll never be forgotten. It was,
[B]Just an old [F#]plywood boat,
With a '[E]75 Johnson, with electric choke.
[B]A young boy, two [F#]hands on the wheel,
[E]I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And I would [B]turn her sharp and I'd,[F#] make it whine,
He'd say,[E] you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides.
[Abm]Just a little lake across the [Db]Alabama line,
But I was [E]king of the ocean,[F#] when daddy let me [B]drive.[F#] [E] [F#]
[B]Just an old half-ton [F#]short bed Ford,
My [E]uncle bought it new in '64.
[B]Daddy got it ridin', 'cause the [F#]engine was smokin',
[E]Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'.
[B]He'd let me drive her and we'd [F#]haul off a load,
Down a [E]dirt strip where we'd dump trash, off of Thigpen Road.
I'd [B]sit up in the seat, and stretch my [F#]feet out to the pedals,
[E]Smilin' like a hero that just received his medal. It was,
[B]Just an old [F#]hand-me down Ford,
With [E]3-speed on the column, and a dent in the door.
[B]A young boy, two [F#]hands on the wheel,
[E]I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And I would [B]press that clutch, and I'd [F#]keep it right,
And he'd say,[E] a little slower son, you're doin' just fine.
[Abm]Just a dirt road with [Db]trash on each side,
But I was [E]Mario Andretti[F#] when daddy let me [B]drive.
[B]I'm grown up now, three [F#]daughters of my own.
I [E]let 'em drive my old jeep 'cross the pasture at our home.
[B]Maybe one day, they'll [F#]reach back in their file,
And [E]pull out that old memory, and think of me and smile, and say,
[B]It was just an old [F#]worn out jeep,
With [E]rusty old floorboards that were hot on my feet.
[B]A young girl, two [F#]hands on the wheel,
[E]I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And he'd say, [B]turn it left and [F#]steer it right,
[E]Straighten up girl now, you're doin' just fine.
[Abm]Just a little valley, by the [Db]river where we'd ride,
But I was [E]high on a mountain,[F#] when Daddy let me [B]drive.
[F#]When Daddy let me [E]drive. [F#]
Oh he let me [B]drive.[F#] [E] [F#]
[B]She's just an old [F#]plywood boat,
With a '[E]75 Johnson, with electric choke....[B]
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