Was painte B d red, the st F# ripe was white,
It was E 18 feet from the bow to the stern light.
B Second hand from a F# dealer in Atlanta,
I E rode up with Daddy when he went there to get her.
B Put on a shine, F# put on the motor,
E Built out of love, made for the water.
B Ran her for years 'til the F# transom got rotten,
A E piece of my childhood that'll never be forgotten. It was,
B Just an old F# plywood boat,
With a ' E 75 Johnson, with electric choke.
B A young boy, two F# hands on the wheel,
E I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And I would B turn her sharp and I'd, F# make it whine,
He'd say, E you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides.
Abm Just a little lake across the Db Alabama line,
But I was E king of the ocean, F# when daddy let me B drive. F# E F#
B Just an old half-ton F# short bed Ford,
My E uncle bought it new in '64.
B Daddy got it ridin', 'cause the F# engine was smokin',
E Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'.
B He'd let me drive her and we'd F# haul off a load,
Down a E dirt strip where we'd dump trash, off of Thigpen Road.
I'd B sit up in the seat, and stretch my F# feet out to the pedals,
E Smilin' like a hero that just received his medal. It was,
B Just an old F# hand-me down Ford,
With E 3-speed on the column, and a dent in the door.
B A young boy, two F# hands on the wheel,
E I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And I would B press that clutch, and I'd F# keep it right,
And he'd say, E a little slower son, you're doin' just fine.
Abm Just a dirt road with Db trash on each side,
But I was E Mario Andretti F# when daddy let me B drive.
B I'm grown up now, three F# daughters of my own.
I E let 'em drive my old jeep 'cross the pasture at our home.
B Maybe one day, they'll F# reach back in their file,
And E pull out that old memory, and think of me and smile, and say,
B It was just an old F# worn out jeep,
With E rusty old floorboards that were hot on my feet.
B A young girl, two F# hands on the wheel,
E I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And he'd say, B turn it left and F# steer it right,
E Straighten up girl now, you're doin' just fine.
Abm Just a little valley, by the Db river where we'd ride,
But I was E high on a mountain, F# when Daddy let me B drive.
F# When Daddy let me E drive. F#
Oh he let me B drive. F# E F#
B She's just an old F# plywood boat,
With a ' E 75 Johnson, with electric choke.... B
Alan Jackson
