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    Alan Jackson

    Drive (For Daddy Gene)

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    Додана 23 січня 2013 користувачем Миша

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    (A.Jackson)
    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 Thickpen 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.
    --- Instrumental ---
    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 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...
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