It was painted red
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It's stripe was white
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It was 18 feet
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From the bow to the stern light
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2nd hand from a dealer in Atlanta
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I rode up with daddy
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When he went there to get her
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Put on a shine
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Put on a motor
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Built out of love
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And made for water
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Ran it for years
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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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75 johnson with electric choke
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A young boy, two hands on the wheel
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I cant replace the way it made me feel
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And I would turn it shore line, and, make it wide
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He'd say, ya 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, when daddy let me drive
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Just an old 1/2 ton, short-bed Ford
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My uncle bought new, in '64
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Daddy got it right
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Cause the engine was smokin'
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Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'
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He'd let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
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Down a dirt strip, where we'd dump trash
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Off of Thickpin Road
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I would sit on the seat
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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 3 speed on the column
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And a dent in the door
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A young boy, 2 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 press that clutch and I'd keep it right
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He'd say a lil' slower son you're doin' just fine
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Just a dirt road 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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Im grown up now 3 daughters of my own
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I let 'em drive my old jeep
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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 memory
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And think of me and smile, and say
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It's just an old worn out jeep
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With rusty ole floor boards
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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 now, and steer it right
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Straighten up girl now, you're doin' just fine
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Just a lil' 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
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She's just an old plywood boat with a 75 johnson n'electric choke
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When Daddy Let Me Drive
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| Alan Jackson |
