Drive Tab por Alan Jackson

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Was painted red, the stripe was white,
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It was 18 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 her.
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Put on a shine, put on the 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'll never be forgotten. It was,


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Just an 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 and I'd, make it 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, when daddy let me drive.


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Just an old half-ton short bed Ford,
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My uncle bought it new in '64.
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Daddy got it ridin', '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 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. It was,


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Just an old hand-me down Ford,
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With 3-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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And 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,
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But I was Mario Andretti 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 memory, and think of me and smile, and say,


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It was just an old worn out jeep,
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With rusty old floorboards that were 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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When Daddy let me drive.
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Oh he let me drive.


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She's just an old plywood boat,
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With a '75 Johnson, with electric choke....