Drive (For Daddy Gene) Chords

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It was painted [F#] red, the stripe was [E] white, 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 we went there together.
[B] _ Put on a shine, [F#] put on a motor, [E] _ built out of love, made for the [B] water.
_ Ran her for years till [F#] the transom got rotten, [E] a piece of my childhood that'll [B] be forgotten
It was just an [F#] old plywood boat, [E] the 75 Johnson with electric choke.
[B] A young boy, two [F#] hands on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the way it made [B] me feel
And I would turn her sharp [F#] and 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 [F#] ocean.
When daddy [B] let me _ drive, [F#] _ _ _ _
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[B] _ just an old half [F#] ton short bed Ford, [E] my uncle bought new in 64.
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Daddy got it right, [F#] cause the engine was smoking, [E] a couple of burnt valves and he had it going. _
[B] He'd let me drive [F#] her, we'd haul off a load, [E] down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off a thick tin rope.
[B] I'd sit up in the seat and [F#] stretch my feet out for the pedals, [E] smiling like a hero that just received his medal.
[B] It was _ just an [F#] 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 [B] feel
And I would press that clutch and [F#] I'd keep it right, [E] he'd say, a little slower 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 daddy let [B] me drive. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ I'm grown up now, [F#] 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,
It's 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 where we'd ride, but I [E] was high on mountains, [F#] _ but daddy [B] let me drive. _
[F#] _ Daddy [E] let me _ _ _ [F#] drive, oh [B] he let me _ _ _
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[B] _ _ just an [F#] old plywood mowed [E] with a 75 Johnson, _ electric choke.
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