Alan Jackson - Drive

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drive – alan jackson capo 4th fret

verse 1
G D
it was painted red , the stripe was white

C C
it was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light

G D
second hand from a dealer in atlanta

C C
i rode up with Daddy when he went there to get ’er

G D
put on a shine put on a motor

C C
built out of love and made for the water

G D
ran her for years ’till the transom got rotten

C D
a piece of my childhood that’ll never be forgotten

chorus 1
G D
it was just an old plywood boat

C C
with a seventy – five johnson with electric choke

G D
a young boy two hands on the wheel

C C
i can’t replace the way it made me feel

G D
and i would turn her sharp and i’d make it wide

C C
and he’d say you can’t beat the way an old wood boat rides

G A
just a little lake ’cross the alabama line

C D G
but i was king of the ocean when Daddy let me drive

verse 2

G D
just an old half – ton short bed ford

C C
my uncle bought new in sixty – four

G D
Daddy got it right ’cause the engine was smokin’

C C
a couple of burnt valves and he had her goin’

G D
he’d let me drive her and we’d haul off a load

C C
down a dirt strip where we’d dump trash off of thigpen road

G D
i’d sit up in the seat and strech my feet out to the pedals

C D
smilin’ like a hero that just recieved his medal

chorus 2

G D
i was just an old hand – me – down ford

C C
with a three speed on the column and a dent in the door

G D
a young boy two hands on the wheel

C C
i can’t replace the way it made me feel

G D
i would press that clutch and i’d keep it right

C C
and he’d say a little slower son you’re doin’ just fine

G A C
just a dirt road with trash on each side but i was mario andretti

D G
when Daddy let me drive

verse 3 ( follow chords from verses 1 & 2 )

i’m grown up now three daughters of my own

i let ’em drive my old jeep ’cross the pasture at our home

maybe one day they’ll reach back in their file

and pull out that old mem’ry and think of me and smile

chorus 3 ( follow chords from choruses 1 & 2 )

and say i was just an old worn out jeep

rusty old floor boards 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 doin’ 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 . . .