Listen to Drive (For Daddy Gene) by Alan Jackson

Drive (For Daddy Gene)

Alan Jackson

Country

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Lead Vocals
Eddie Bayers Jr.
Eddie Bayers Jr.
Drums
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
Jim Hoke
Jim Hoke
Harmonica
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Mandolin
Bruce Watkins
Bruce Watkins
Acoustic Guitar
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Greenwood Hart
Greenwood Hart
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Jackson
Alan Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Producer
John Kelton
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Hank Williams
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's painted red, the stripe was white It was eighteen feet, from the bow to stern light Secondhand, 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, 'til the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood, will never be forgoten 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 made me feel And I would turn her sharp And I would make it 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 A couple of burnt valves, and he had it going He'd let me drive her when we haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedels 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 And I would press that clutch And I would, keep it right 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 I let them drive my old jeep Across the pasture 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 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 Daddy let me drive Oh he let me, drive It's just an old plywood boat With a '75 Johnson With electric choke
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