{"id":228,"date":"2024-07-12T03:23:46","date_gmt":"2024-07-12T03:23:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/music.lukespeers.com\/?page_id=228"},"modified":"2024-07-12T03:24:27","modified_gmt":"2024-07-12T03:24:27","slug":"drive-alan-jackson","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/music.lukespeers.com\/?page_id=228","title":{"rendered":"Drive &#8211; Alan Jackson"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/tabs.ultimate-guitar.com\/tab\/alan-jackson\/drive-for-daddy-gene-chords-921418\">https:\/\/tabs.ultimate-guitar.com\/tab\/alan-jackson\/drive-for-daddy-gene-chords-921418<\/a><br>It&#8217;s painted red, the stripe was white<br>It was eighteen feet, from the bow to stern light<br>Secondhand, from a dealer in Atlanta<br>I rode up with daddy, when he went there to get her<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Put on a shine, put on a motor<br>Built out of love, made for the water<br>Ran her for years, &#8217;til the transom got rotten<br>A piece of my childhood, will never be forgoten<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was, just an old plywood boat<br>A &#8217;75 Johnson with electric choke<br>A young boy two hands on the wheel<br>I can&#8217;t replace the way it made me feel<br>And I would turn her sharp<br>And I would make it whine<br>He&#8217;d say, You can&#8217;t beat the way an old wood boat rides<br>Just a little lake across the Alabama line<br>But I was king of the ocean<br>When daddy let me<br>Drive<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Just an old half-ton shortbed Ford<br>My uncle bought new, in &#8217;64<br>Daddy got it right, &#8217;cause the engine was smoking<br>A couple of burnt valves, and he had it going<br>He&#8217;d let me drive her when we haul off a load<br>Down a dirt strip where we&#8217;d dump trash off of Thigpen Road<br>I&#8217;d sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedels<br>Smiling like a hero that just received his medal<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was just an old hand-me-down Ford<br>With three-speed on the column and a dent in the door<br>A young boy, two hands on the wheel<br>I can&#8217;t replace the way it made me feel and<br>And I would press that clutch<br>And I would, keep it right<br>He&#8217;d say, &#8220;a little slower son; you&#8217;re doing just fine&#8221;<br>Just a dirt road with trash on each side<br>But I was Mario Andretti<br>When daddy let me<br>Drive<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;m grown up now<br>Three daughters of my own<br>I let them drive my old jeep<br>Across the pasture at our home<br>Maybe one day they&#8217;ll reach back in their file<br>And pull out that old memory<br>And think of me and smile<br>And say<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was just an old worn out jeep<br>Rusty old floor boards<br>Hot on my feet<br>A young girl, two hands on the wheel<br>I can&#8217;t replace the way it, made me feel<br>And he&#8217;d say turn it left<br>And steer it right<br>Straighten up girl now, you&#8217;re doing just fine<br>Just a little valley by the river where we&#8217;d ride<br>But I was high on a mountain<br>When daddy let me<br>Drive<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Daddy let me drive<br>Oh he let me, drive<br>It&#8217;s just an old plywood boat<br>With a &#8217;75 Johnson<br>With electric choke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/tabs.ultimate-guitar.com\/tab\/alan-jackson\/drive-for-daddy-gene-chords-921418It&#8217;s painted red, the stripe was whiteIt was eighteen feet, from the bow to stern lightSecondhand, from a dealer in AtlantaI rode up with daddy, when he went there to get her Put on a shine, put on a motorBuilt out of love, made for the waterRan her for years, &#8217;til the transom got rottenA &hellip; 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