Chord Drive For Daddy Gene - Alan Jackson

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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
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I rode up with daddy when he went there to get 'er
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 Put on a shine put on a motor
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Built out of love and made for the water
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 Ran her for years 'till 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
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With a seventy-five 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 and I'd make it wide
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And 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
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My uncle bought new in sixty-four
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Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smokin'
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 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
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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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Smilin' 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 hands on the wheel
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 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
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And 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
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 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 floor boards 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 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   oh he let me drive
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 She’s just an old plywood boat
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