Chords for when daddy let me drive - alan jackson

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_ It was painted red, [F#] the stripe was white, [E] it was 18 feet, about [B] a stern line.
_ Second hand [F#] from a dealer in Atlanta, [E] I rode up with Daddy when we went there together.
_ [B] _ Put on the [F#] shine, put on the motor, [E] built out of love, made for the water.
[B] _ _ Ran it for [F#] years, till the transom got rotten.
[E] A piece of my childhood [B] that'll never be forgotten.
It was just an [F#] old plywood boat, [E] a 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 and [F#] I'd make it whiny.
Daddy [E] said, 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#] _ And Daddy let [B] 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] Couple of burnt valves and he had it going.
_ [B] He let me drive her, [F#] made an awful [B] load, [E] down a dirt strip where we dumped trash off a thick [C#m] tin rope.
[B] I'd sit up in the seat and [F#] stretch my feet out to the pedals, [E] smiling like a hero.
Just received his medal, [B] it was _ just an [F#] old hand me down Ford.
[E] Three speed on the column, 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.
And [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#] _ And 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 [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 [B] me feel.
And he'd say, turn it left [F#] and 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 my time.
[F#] _ But Daddy let [B] me drive.
_ [F#] _ _ Daddy let [E] me _ drive.
[F#] _ _ [B] Oh, he let me _ [F#] drive.
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_ [B] _ _ She's just [F#] an old plywood boat [E] with a 75 Johnson. _
_ Electric Choke.
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