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Transcribed by: asf0@comcast.net  Alice Franceschini
Date: Re-archived February 14, 2003   
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        DRIVE (For Papa Gene)    Alan Jackson
B                    F#
It was painted red, the stripe was white
E                                  
It was eighteeen feet from bow to stern light
B                    F#
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
   E                      n.c.   
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
B               F#
Put on a shine Put on the motor
E
Built out of love Made for the water
B                           F#  
Ran her for years til the transom got rotten
    E    
A piece of my childhood It'll never be forgotten
        B            F#
It was just an old plywood boat
       E
With a 75 Johnson Electic choke
B                F#
A young boy two hands on the wheel
E
I can't replace the way it made me feel
              B
And I would turn her shoreline
F#
Make it wide and he'd say
E
Can't beat the way an old boat rides
B                    C#
Just a little lake cross the Alabama line
            E                F# n.c.               B  F# E F#
But I was king of the ocean     when daddy let me drive
B                     F#
Just an old half ton short bed Ford
E
My uncle bought new in sixty four
B                   F#
Daddy got it right cause the engine was smokin'
E
Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'
B                             F#
He let me drive her and we'd haul off a load
E                                           
Down a dirt strip where we dumped trash - off Thigpen road
B                                       F#
I'd set up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
E       n.c.
Smiling like a hero who just received his medal
B                    F#
It was just an old hand me down Ford
E
With three speeds on the column And a dent in the door
B            F#
A young boy two hands on the wheel
E
I can't replace the way it made me feel
B
And I would press that clutch
         F#
And I'd keep it right and he'd say
           E
A little slower son you're doing just fine
B                       C#
Just a dirt road with trash on it's side
           E                   F#          B  B E F# B F# B F# 
But I was Mario Andetti when daddy let me drive
B                  F#
I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
E
I let 'em drive my old jeep Cross the pasture at our home
B                      F#
Maybe one day they'll reach back in their files
     E    n.c.   
And pull out that old memory and think of me and smile

And say

B                 F#
It's just an old worn out jeep
E
Rusty old floor boards hot on my feet
B                 F#
A young girl two hands on the wheel
E
I can't replace the way it made me feel
         B                     F#
And he'd say turn it left and steer it right
  E
Straighten up girl now you're doing just fine
 B                           C#     
Just a little valley by the river where we ride
           E                 F#                     B  F#  
But I was high on a mountain    when daddy let me drive

               E   F#                   B    F# E E F#
Daddy let me drive     Wo oh he let me drive-ive-ive
B                     f#
She was just an old plywood boat
        E                        E F# B
With a 75 Johnson Electric choke


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