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@KMIDI KARAOKE FILE
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@LENGL Drive(For Daddy Gene) Alan Jackson Kar By Woof
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It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from 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, made for the water Ran it for years, 'til the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat With a seventy five 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 I would make her whine He'd say "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides" Just a little lake across the Alabama line But I was king of the ocean When daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton shortbed Ford My uncle bought new in sixty four Daddy got it right cause the engine was smoking A couple of burnt valves and he had it going He let me drive her 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 stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It was just an old handmedown Ford With a threespeed 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 the clutch And I'd keep it right And he'd say, "a little slower son you're doing 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 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 the old memory And think of me and smile and say
It was just an old worn out Jeep Rusty old floorboard, 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 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
When daddy let me drive
Oh he let me drive
She's just an old plywood boat With a seventy five Johnson with electric choke
