Karaoké Drive (For Daddy Gene) Alan Jackson

It was painted red

The stripe was white

It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light

Second hand from a dealer in atlanta

I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her

We put on a shine

Put on a motor

Built out of love and made for the water

Ran her for years 'till the transom got rotten

A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten

It was just on old plywood boat with a seventy five Johnson with electric choke

A young boy two hands on the wheel

I can't replace the way it made me feel and I would

Turn her sharp and I'd make her whine, he'd say

You can't beat the way an old wood boat rides

Just a little lake across the Alabama line

But I was king of the ocean when daddy let me drive

Just an old half ton short bed ford

My uncle bought new in 'sixty four

Daddy got it right 'cos the engine was smoking

Couple of burnt valves and he had it going

He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load

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 pedals

Smiling like a hero that just received his medal

It was just an old hand me down Ford

With a three speed on the column and a dent in the door

A young boy two hands on the wheel

Can't replace the way it mode me feel

And I would press that clutch and I would keep it right

And he'd say a little slower, son you're doing just fine

Just a dirt road with trash on each side

But I was Mario Andretti when daddy let me drive

I'm grown up now three daughters of my own

I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home

Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file

And pull out that old memory and think of me and smile and say

It was just an old worn out Jeep

Rusty old floorboard hot on my feet

A young girl two hands on the wheel

I can't replace the way it made me feel and he'd say

Turn it left and steer it right

Straighten up girl now you're doing just fine

Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride

But I was high on a mountain when daddy let me drive

When daddy let me drive oh he let me drive

She was just an old plywood boat with a seventy five Johnson with electric choke