G It was painted red, t D he stripe was white
C It was 18 feet from the bow to the stern light D
G Second hand from a d D ealer in Atlanta
C N.C.
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her.
G Put on the shine, p D ut on the motor
C Built out of love, and made for water D G
We had her for years ti D ll the transom got rotten
C A piece of my childhood that'll never be forgotten.
Chorus I
G It was just an old p D ly wood boat
C With a 75 Johnson, and electric choke. D G
G A young boy 2 h D ands on the wheel
C I cant replace the way it made me feel
G And i would turn her sharp and I D 'd make it white
And he'd say C you cant beat the way an old wood boat rides
Em Just a little lake cross the C alabama line
Am D G (GDCD)X2
But i was king of the ocean when daddy let me drive.
G Just an old half ton, D short bed ford, m C y uncle bought new in 64.
G Daddy got it right ca D use the engine was smokin',
C Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'
G He'd let me drive her and D we'd haul off a load
C Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off the Thigpin road
G I'd set up in the seat, s D tretch my feet out to the peddles,
C Smiling like a hero that just recieved his meddle.
Chorus 2:
G It was just an old h D and-me-down ford, with t C hree speed on the column
And a dent in the door. DG
A young boy, 2 D hands on the wheel. I C cant replace the way it
Made me feel. and G i would press that clutch and i'd D keep it right
and he'd say C a little slower son ye doin just fine.
Em Just a dirt road with tras C h on each side but i was Am Mario Andretti
D (GDCD) X2
When daddy let me drive.
G I'm grown up now 3 D daughters of my own.
C I let 'em drive my old jeep cross the pasture at our home.
G Maybe one day the D y'll reach back in their file.
C And pull out that old memory and think of me and smile and say.
Final Chorus:
G It was just an old D worn out Jeep
C With rusty old floor-boards, hot on my feet. DG
A young girl, D 2 hands on the wheel,
C I cant replace the way it made me feel.
and i wou G ld turn it left and D steer it right
C Straiten up girl now ye doin just fine.
Em Just a little valley by the C river where we'd ride
but i was h Am igh on the mountain D
When daddy let me driv G e D when daddy let me d C riii D ve
Whoa he let me d G riii D iiiv C e D
Ending:
G (once) D(once)
She's just an old ply wood boat
C(once) End with G
with a 75 johnson and electric choke.
Alan Jackson
