Drive (For Daddy Gene)

Текст песни ALAN JACKSON - Drive (For Daddy Gene) <br/> It was painted red the stripe was white<br />It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light<br />Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta<br />I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her<br />We put on a shine; put on a motor<br />Built out of love, made for the water<br />Ran her for years, &#039;til the transom got rotten<br />( )<br />A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten<br /><br />It was just on old plywood boat<br />With a &#039;75 Johnson with electric choke<br />A young boy two hands on the wheel<br />I can&#039;t replace the way it made me feel<br />And I would turn her sharp<br />And I would make her whine<br />He&#039;d say, &quot;you can&#039;t beat the way an old wood boat rides&quot;<br />Just a little lake across the Alabama line<br />But I was king of the ocean<br />When daddy let me drive<br /><br />Just an old half ton shortbed ford<br />My uncle bought new in &#039;64<br />Daddy got it right &#039;cause the engine was smoking<br />A couple of burnt valves and he had it going<br />He let me drive her when we&#039;d haul off a load<br />Down a dirt strip where we&#039;d dump trash off of Thigpen Road<br />I&#039;d sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals<br />Smiling like a hero that just received his medal<br /><br />It was just an old hand-me-down Ford<br />With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door<br />A young boy two hands on the wheel<br />I can&#039;t replace the way it mode me feel<br />And I would press that clutch<br />And I would keep it right<br />And he&#039;d say, &quot;a little slower son you&#039;re doing just fine&quot;<br />Just a dirt rood with trash on each side<br />But I was Mario Andretti<br />When daddy let me drive<br /><br />I&#039;m grown up now three daughters of my own<br />I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home<br />Maybe one day they&#039;ll reach back in their file<br />And pull out that old memory<br />And think of me and smile and say<br /><br />It was just an old worn out Jeep<br />Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet<br />A young girl two hands on the wheel<br />I can&#039;t replace the way it made me feel<br />And he&#039;d say, &quot;turn it left and steer it right,<br />Straighten up girl, you&#039;re doing just fine&quot;<br />Just a little valley by the river where we&#039;d ride<br />But I was high on a mountain<br />When daddy let me drive<br /><br />When daddy let me drive<br /><br />Oh he let me drive<br /><br />Daddy let me drive<br /><br />It&#039;s just an old plywood boat<br />With a &#039;75 Johnson with electric choke