Chords for Alan Jackson- Drive (For Daddy Gene) Lyrics!

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_ _ _ _ _ _ It was painted red, [F#] the stripe was white, [E] it was 18 feet, and the bow was stern [B] light.
Second hand, [F#] I'm a dealer in Atlanta, [E] I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her.
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Put on a [F#] shine, put on a motor, [E] _
built out of love, made for the [B] water. _
Ran her for [F#] years, till her transom got rotten, [E] a piece of my childhood,
never be [B] forgotten.
It was just an old [F#] plywood boat, [E] the 75 Johnson, with electric choke.
[B] A young boy, [F#] two hands on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the way it made me [B] feel, and I would
turn her sharp, [F#] I'd make it white, [E] he'd say, you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides.
[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 it right,
[F#] cause the engine was smoking, _ [E] a couple of burnt valves, and he had it going.
_ [B] He let me drive her,
[F#] made all off a load, [E] down a dirt strip where we dumped trash off a thick tin rope.
[B] I'd sit up in
the seat, and [F#] stretch my feet out to the pedals, [E] smiling like a hero, that just received his medal.
[B] It was _ just an [D#m] old hand-me-down Ford, [E] with three speed on the column, and a dent in the door.
_ [B] A young boy, [F#] two hands on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the way it made me feel, and [B] I would
press that clutch, and [F#] I'd keep it right, and [E] he'd say, a little sore son, you're doing just fine.
[G#m] Just a dirt road, [C#] with trash on each side, but [E] I was merry old Wanna [F#] Dreddy, when daddy let [B] me drive.
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_ _ [B] _ I'm grown up [F#] now, three daughters of my own, [E] I let them drive my old Jeep, across the pasture at our home.
[B] _ Maybe one day, [F#] they'll reach back in their file, [E] and pull out that old memory, and think of [B] me,
and smile and say, _ just an [F#] old worn out Jeep, _ [E] rusty old floorboards, hot on my feet.
[B] A young girl,
[F#] two hands [B] on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the way it made me [B] feel, and he'd say, turn it left,
and [F#] steer it right, [E] straighten up girl, now you're doing just fine.
[G#m] Just a little valley, [C#] by the river
we'd ride, but [E] I was high on my [F#] time, but [B] daddy let me drive, _ [F#] _
daddy let [E] me _ _ [F#] drive, _ [B] oh he let me _ _ [D#m] [F#] drive.
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She's just an [F#] old plywood mow, [E] with a 75 Johnson, _ with electric choke.
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