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It was painted red The stripe was white It was 18 feet from bow to stern light It was 2nd 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, it made for water We ran her for years, til' the transister got rotten A piece of my child hood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat A 75 johnson, an electric choke A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel I would turn her sharp, I would make it wide He said you can't be the way a 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 64 Daddy got it right cause the engine was smoking A couple of burnt valves and he got it going He'd let me drive her when we haul off a load Off a dirt strip where we'd dump trash Off of thickpin road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet to the pedals Smiling like a hero Who just received his medal
It was just an old hand me down ford With 3 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 I would press that clutch, and I would keep it right He would say just a little slower son Your doing just fine: Just a little dirt road with trash on each side But I was mario andretti When daddy let me drive
I'm grown up now 3 Daughters of my own I let them drive my old jeep Across the pastior 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 floor boards Hot on my feet A young girl two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel Turn it left, and steer it right Straighten up girl, your 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 Daddy let me drive Oh he let me drive
She's just old plywood boat With a 75 johnson And electric choke