Alan Jackson – Drive For Daddy Gene (Guitar)

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 It was painted red, the stripe was white

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It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light

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 Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta

   C
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get 'er

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 Put on a shine, put on a motor

 C
Built out of love and made for the water

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 Ran her for years 'til the transom got rotten

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A piece of my childhood that'll never be forgotten

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It was just an old plywood boat

        C
With a seventy-five Johnson with electric choke

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 A young boy, two hands on the wheel

C
 I can't replace the way it made me feel

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And I would turn her sharp and I'd make it whine

        C
He'd say you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides

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 Just a little lake 'cross the Alabama line

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But I was king of the ocean when daddy let me drive

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 Just an old half-ton short bed Ford

   C
My uncle bought new in sixty-four

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Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smokin'

C
 A couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'

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 He'd let me drive her and we'd haul off a load

        C
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen road

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

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Smilin' like a hero that just received his medal

      G             D
It was just an old hand-me-down Ford

        C
With a three speed on the column and a dent in the door

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 A young boy, two hands on the wheel

C
 I can't replace the way it made me feel

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I would press that clutch and I'd keep it right

        C
He'd say a little slower son, you're doin' just fine

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 Just a dirt road with trash on each side but I was Mario Andretti

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  When daddy let me drive

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 I'm grown up now, three daughters of my own

   C
I let 'em drive my old jeep 'cross the pasture at our home

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 Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file

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And pull out that old mem'ry and think of me and smile

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And say it was just an old worn out jeep

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Rusty old floorboards, hot on my feet

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 A young girl, two hands on the wheel

C
 I can't replace the way it made me feel

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And he'd say turn it left and steer it right

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Straighten up girl now, you're doin' just fine

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 Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride

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But I was high on a mountain when daddy let me drive

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   Daddy let me drive

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Oh, he let me drive

G                   D
 She's just an old plywood boat

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With a seventy-five Johnson with electric choke