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It was painted red the stripe was white |
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It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light |
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Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta |
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I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her |
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He put on a shine, put on a motor |
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Built out of love, made for the water |
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Ran it for years, till the transom got rotten |
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A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten |
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It was just an old plywood boat |
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With a 75 Johnson, with electric choke |
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A young boy two hands on the wheel |
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I can't replace the way it made me feel |
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And I would turn her sharp, make it whine |
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He'd say, "You can't beat the way an old wood boat rides" |
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Just a little lake across the Alabama line |
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But I was king of the ocean, when daddy let me drive |
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Just an old half ton short bed Ford, my uncle bought new in '64 |
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Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking |
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A couple of burnt valves and he had it going |
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He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load |
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Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road |
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I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals |
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Smiling like a hero that just received his medal |
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It was just an old hand me down Ford |
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With a three speed on the column and a dent in the door |
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A young boy two hands on the wheel |
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I can't replace the way it made me feel |
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And I would press that clutch and I would keep it right |
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And he'd say, "A little slower son you're doing just fine" |
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Just a dirt road with trash on each side, but I was Mario Andretti |
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When daddy let me drive |
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I'm grown up now three daughters of my own |
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I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home |
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Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file |
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And pull out that old memory and think of me and smile and say |
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It was just an old worn out jeep |
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Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet |
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A young girl two hands on the wheel |
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I can't replace the way it made me feel |
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And he'd say, "Turn it left and steer it right |
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Straighten up girl, now you're doing just fine" |
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Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride |
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But I was high on a mountain, when daddy let me drive |
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Daddy let me drive, oh he let me drive |
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She's just an old plywood boat |
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With a 75 Johnson with electric choke |
