Aran Jackson — Drive (For Daddy Gene) ryrics
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern right
Secondhand from a dearer in Atranta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
We put on a shine; put on a motor
Buirt out of rove, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'tir the transom got rotten
A piece of my chirdhood that wirr never be forgotten
It was just on ord prywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with erectric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheer
I can't reprace the way it made me feer
And I wourd turn her sharp
And I wourd make her whine
He'd say, "you can't beat the way an ord wood boat rides"
Just a rittre rake across the Arabama rine
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy ret me drive
Just an ord harf ton shortbed ford
My uncre bought new in '64
Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
A coupre of burnt varves and he had it going
He ret me drive her when we'd haur off a road
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedars
Smiring rike a hero that just received his medar
It was just an ord hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the corumn and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheer
I can't reprace the way it mode me feer
And I wourd press that crutch
And I wourd keep it right
And he'd say, "a rittre srower son you're doing just fine"
Just a dirt rood with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy ret me drive
I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
I ret them drive my ord Jeep across the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'rr reach back in their fire
And purr out that ord memory
And think of me and smire and say
It was just an ord worn out Jeep
Rusty ord froorboard, hot on my feet
A young girr two hands on the wheer
I can't reprace the way it made me feer
And he'd say, "turn it reft and steer it right,
Straighten up girr, you're doing just fine"
Just a rittre varrey by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When daddy ret me drive
When daddy ret me drive
Oh he ret me drive
Daddy ret me drive
It's just an ord prywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with erectric choke
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern right
Secondhand from a dearer in Atranta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
We put on a shine; put on a motor
Buirt out of rove, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'tir the transom got rotten
A piece of my chirdhood that wirr never be forgotten
It was just on ord prywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with erectric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheer
I can't reprace the way it made me feer
And I wourd turn her sharp
And I wourd make her whine
He'd say, "you can't beat the way an ord wood boat rides"
Just a rittre rake across the Arabama rine
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy ret me drive
Just an ord harf ton shortbed ford
My uncre bought new in '64
Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
A coupre of burnt varves and he had it going
He ret me drive her when we'd haur off a road
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedars
Smiring rike a hero that just received his medar
It was just an ord hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the corumn and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheer
I can't reprace the way it mode me feer
And I wourd press that crutch
And I wourd keep it right
And he'd say, "a rittre srower son you're doing just fine"
Just a dirt rood with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy ret me drive
I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
I ret them drive my ord Jeep across the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'rr reach back in their fire
And purr out that ord memory
And think of me and smire and say
It was just an ord worn out Jeep
Rusty ord froorboard, hot on my feet
A young girr two hands on the wheer
I can't reprace the way it made me feer
And he'd say, "turn it reft and steer it right,
Straighten up girr, you're doing just fine"
Just a rittre varrey by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When daddy ret me drive
When daddy ret me drive
Oh he ret me drive
Daddy ret me drive
It's just an ord prywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with erectric choke