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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Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
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I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
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We put on a shine; put on a motor
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Built out of love, 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 will never be forgotten
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It was just on old plywood boat
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With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
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A young boy two hands on the wheel
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I can't replace the way it made me feel
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And I would turn her sharp
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And I would make her whine
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He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
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Just a little lake across the Alabama line
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But I was king of the ocean
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When daddy let me drive
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Just an old half ton shortbed ford
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My uncle bought new in '64
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Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
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A couple of burnt valves and he had it going
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He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
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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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Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
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It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
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With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
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A young boy two honds on the wheel
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I canö³t replace the way it mode me feel
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And I would press that clutch
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And I would keep it right
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And he'd say, "a little slower son you're doing just fine"
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Just a dirt rood with trash on each side
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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
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I let them drive my old Jeep across 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 memory
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And think of me and smile and say
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It was just an old worn out Jeep
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Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet
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A young girl two hands on the wheel
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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, you're doing 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
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When daddy let me drive
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When daddy let me drive
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Oh he let me drive
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Daddy let me drive
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It's just an old plywood boat
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With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
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Drive (For Daddy Gene)
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Alan Jackson |