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)
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My Jeep With Rusty
Old Floor Boards
Hot On Our Feet
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