Drive taby ukulele według Alan Jackson

B            F#
Was painted red, the stripe was white,
       E
It was 18 feet from the bow to the stern light.
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Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta,
  E
I rode up with Daddy when he went there to get her.
B              F#
Put on a shine, put on the motor,
E
Built out of love, made for the water.
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Ran her for years 'til the transom got rotten,
  E
A piece of my childhood that'll never be forgotten. It was,


B           F#
Just an old plywood boat,
        E
With a '75 Johnson, with electric choke.
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A young boy, two hands on the wheel,
E
I can't replace the way it made me feel, 
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And I would turn her sharp and I'd, make it whine,
         E
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.


B                    F#
Just an old half-ton short bed Ford,
   E
My uncle bought it new in '64.
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Daddy got it ridin', 'cause the engine was smokin',
E
Couple of burnt valves and he had it goin'.
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He'd let me drive her and we'd haul off a load,
       E
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,
E
Smilin' like a hero that just received his medal. It was,


B           F#
Just an old hand-me down Ford,
     E
With 3-speed on the column, and a dent in the door.
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A young boy, two hands on the wheel,
E
I can't replace the way it made me feel,
            B                          F#
And I would press that clutch, and I'd keep it right,
             E 
And he'd say, a little slower son, you're doin' just fine.
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Just a dirt road with trash on each side,
          E             F#                 B     
But I was Mario Andretti when daddy let me drive.



B                       F#
I'm grown up now, three daughters of my own.
  E
I let 'em drive my old jeep 'cross the pasture at our home.
B                      F#
Maybe one day, they'll reach back in their file,
    E
And pull out that old memory, and think of me and smile, and say,


B                  F#
It was just an old worn out jeep,
     E
With rusty old floorboards that were hot on my feet.
B                 F#
A young girl, two hands on the wheel,
E
I can't replace the way it made me feel,
              B                F#
And he'd say, turn it left and steer it right,
E
Straighten up girl now, you're doin' just fine.
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Just a little valley, by the river where we'd ride,
          E                  F#                 B
But I was high on a mountain, when Daddy let me drive.
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When Daddy let me drive.
             B     F#  E  F#  
Oh he let me drive.


B                 F#  
She's just an old plywood boat,
        E                                  B
With a '75 Johnson, with electric choke....