Drive ( For Daddy Gene) Lyrics - Greatest Hits Volume Ii - Alan Jackson

It was painted red, the stripe was white 

It was 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 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" 

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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 ' 

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 Thigpen Road 

I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedels 

Smiling like a hero that just received his medal 

It was just an old hand-me-down Ford 

With 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 

And I would press that clutch 

And I would, keep it right 

He'd say, "a little slower son; you're doing just fine" 

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Just a dirt road 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 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 Johnson 

And electric choke