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    Dj's Choice / Lyrics

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    "Drive (For Daddy Gene)" Lyrics

    Dj's Choice feat. The Hit Crew

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    It's 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
    Put on a shine, put on a motor
    Built out of love, made for the water
    Ran her for years, till the transom got rotten
    A piece of my childhood will never be forgotten

    It was just an old plywood boat
    A '75 Johnson with electric choke
    A young boy two hands on the wheel
    I can't replace the way it make me feel
    And I would turn her sharp
    And I would 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 shortbed Ford
    My uncle bought new in '64
    Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
    Couple of burned valves and he had it going
    He let me drive here when we'd haul off a load
    Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
    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 three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
    A young boy two hands on the wheel
    I can't replace the way it made 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
    To let them drive my old Jeep across a pasture in 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

    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
    Daddy let me drive

    It's just an old plywood boat
    With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Alan Durrant, Roy Jackson, Mark Rowe.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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