Chords for Alan Jackson - "Drive" (For Daddy Gene)

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_ _ _ _ _ _ He's painted red, [F#] striped as white, [E] he's 18 feet, bowed stern like [B] a second hand [F#] dealer
in Atlanta, [E] rode up with daddy when he went there to get her.
[B] Put on the shine, [F#] put on the motor, [E] built out of love, made for the water, [B] ran it for
years [F#] till the transom got rotten.
[E] A piece of my childhood, will never [B] be forgotten, never.
Just an [F#] old pinewood boat, [E] a 75 Johnson, electric choke.
[B] A young boy, [F#] two hands on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the wind, made me feel an [B] olive,
shiner, sharp [F#] like making wine.
[E] He'd say, you can't beat the wind, oh it's bowed right, [G#m] just a little lake [C#] across the
Alabama line, but [E] I was king of the ocean, [F#] when daddy let [B] me drive.
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Just an old half [F#] ton, short bed Ford, [E] my uncle bought new in 64.
[B] Daddy got in the ride, [F#] cause the engine was smoking, [E] a couple of burnt valves, need air going.
[B]
He'd let me drive, [F#] we'd haul off a load, [E] down a dirt strip where we dumped trash off
of a thick pin road.
[B] I'd sit up in the seat, [F#] stretching my feet out to the pedals, [E] smiling like a hero, it
just receded metal, [B] it was just an [F#] old hand me down Ford, [E] grease feet on the column, the
dent in the door.
[B]
A young boy, [F#] two hands on the [E] wheel, I can't replace the wind, made me feel [B] an olive, press
that clutch [F#] and I'd keep it right.
[E] He'd say, a little slower son, you're doing just fine.
[G#m]
Just a dirt [C#] road, with trash on each side, [E] but I was merry oh and dreary, [F#] when daddy
[B] let me drive.
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_ [B] I'm growing [F#] up now, three daughters of my own, [E] let them drive my old Jeep across the
pasture at our home.
[B] Maybe one [F#] day, they'll reach back in their [B] files, and pull out that old [E] memory, and think
of me and [B] smile and say, it's [F#] just an old worn out Jeep.
[E] A rusty old floorboard, hot on my [B] feet.
A young [F#] girl, two hands on the [E] wheel, I can't replace the wind, made me [B] feel and he'd say,
turn it [F#] left and steer it [E] right, straighten up girl, now you're doing just fine.
[G#m] Just a little [C#] valley, by the river where we'd [E] ride, but I was high on my [F#] way.
When [B] daddy let me [F#] drive, when [E] daddy let me [F#] drive, [B] oh he let me [F#] drive.
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ It was just an old [F#m] flywood boat, [E] and the 75 Johnson, with electric choke.
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