Drive For Daddy Gene

2002 BMG Entertainment New York New York written by: Georgia Boy Alan Jackson Transcribed by: Jake Allen Cheek (Georgia Boy) This is the first song i’ve ever posted on the internet so corrections are   welcome.  Sounds right though with the song.  Listen to the song for the   strumming patterns.  I like to throw in a little picking along the way.  Its   a great song.  I think everybody can relate to it somehow.  God Bless. Intro: It was painted red the stripe was white It was 18 feet from the bow to the stern light Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta                                            N.C. I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her. Put on the shine put on the motor Built out of love and made for water    We had her for years till the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood that’ll never be forgotten. Chorus I It was just an old ply wood boat With a 75 Johnson and electric choke.   A young boy 2 hands on the wheel I cant replace the way it made me feel And i would turn her sharp and I’d make it white And he’d say you cant beat the way an old wood boat rides Just a little lake cross the alabama line                                                   ( )X2 But i was king of the ocean when daddy let me drive. Just an old half ton short bed ford my uncle bought new in 64. Daddy got it right cause the engine was smokin’ Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin’ He’d let me drive her and we’d haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we’d dump trash off the Thigpin road I’d set up in the seat stretch my feet out to the peddles Smiling like a hero that just recieved his meddle. Chorus 2: It was just an old hand-me-down ford with three speed on the column                         DG And a dent in the door. A young boy 2 hands on the wheel. I cant replace the way it Made me feel.  and i would press that clutch and i’d keep it right and he’d say a little slower son ye doin just fine. Just a dirt road with trash on each side but i was Mario Andretti                     ( ) X2 When daddy let me drive. I’m grown up now 3 daughters of my own. I let ’em drive my old jeep cross the pasture at our home. Maybe one day they’ll reach back in their file. And pull out that old memory and think of me and smile and say. Final Chorus: It was just an old worn out Jeep                                            DG With rusty old floor-boards hot on my feet. A young girl 2 hands on the wheel I cant replace the way it made me feel. and i would turn it left and steer it right Straiten up girl now ye doin just fine. Just a little valley by the river where we’d ride but i was high on the mountain When daddy let me drive    when daddy let me driiive Whoa he let me driiiiiive      Ending: (once)                (once) She’s just an old ply wood boat (once)                               End with with a 75 johnson and electric choke.