Chords for Alan Jackson - Drive (For Daddy Gene) (Official Music Video)

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_ _ _ _ _ It _ _ _ was painted red, [F#] the stripe was white, [E] it was 18 feet, and the bow was a stern [B] line.
Second hand [F#] from a dealer in Atlanta, [E] I rode up with Daddy when he went there to get [B] her.
Put on a shine, [F#] put on a motor, [E] built out of love, made for the water.
[B] _ Ran her for years [F#] till her transom got rotten, [E] a piece of my childhood that'll never be [B] forgotten.
It was _ just an [F#] old plywood bow, [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, he'd [E] say, you can't beat the way an old woodboat rides.
[G#m] Just a little lake [C#] across the Alabama line, but [E] I was king of the ocean [F#] _
when [B] Daddy let me drive.
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_ _ [B] 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 it had it going.
_ [B] He'd let me drive her, [F#] we'd haul off a [B] load, [E] down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off a thick pin rope.
[B] I'd sit up in the seat and stretch [F#] my feet out to the pedals, [E] smiling like a hero.
He'd just received his [B] medal, it was _ just an [F#] old hand-me-down Ford, [E] with three speed on the column.
A dent in the door.
_ [B] A young boy, two [F#] hands on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the way it made me [B] feel.
And I would press that clutch and [F#] I'd keep it right, [E] he'd say, 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 and ready [F#] _
when [B] Daddy let me drive. _ _ _
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I'm grown up [F#] now, three daughters of my own, [E] I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture [B] at our home. _
Maybe one day [F#] they'll reach back in their file [E] and pull out that old memory and [B] think of 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 on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the way it made me feel.
And [B] 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 where we'd ride, but [E] I was high on a [F#] mountain, when Daddy let [B] me drive.
_ [F#] _ When Daddy let [E] me _ _ [F#] drive, _ [B] oh he let me _ [D#m] drive.
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_ _ [B] _ _ She's just [F#] an old plywood boat [E] with a 75 Johnson with electric choke.
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