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Drive (For Daddy Gene) Karaoke

Alan Jackson

LyricsDrive (For Daddy Gene)

It was painted red

The stripe was

White

It was

Eighteen feet

From the bow

To stern light

Second hand

From a

Dealer in Atlanta

I rode up with

Daddy

When he went there

To get her

Put on a shine

And put on a motor

Built outta love

And made for

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

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 short

I'd make it

Wide

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

Short bed Ford

My Uncle bought

New in '64

And Daddy got it

Right

Cause the engine

Was smokin'

Couple of burnt

Valves

And he had it 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)

(lt was just an old)

(Hand me down)

(Ford)

(With three speed)

(On the columns 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

Race that clutch

And I'd keep it

Right

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 Andrea

When Daddy let me

(Drive)

I'm grown up now

Three daughters of

My own

I let em drive

My old jeep

Cross 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)

(With rusty old)

(Floorboards)

(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 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)

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

Composer
Alan Jackson
Lyrics
Alan Jackson