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written by: Georgia Boy Alan Jackson
This is the first song i've ever posted on the internet, so corrections are
welcome. Sounds right though with the song. Listen to the song for the
strumming patterns. I like to throw in a little picking along the way. Its
a great song. I think everybody can relate to it somehow. God Bless.
GIt was painted red, tDhe stripe was white
CIt was 18 feet from the bow to the stern light D
GSecond hand from a dDealer in Atlanta
CI rode up with daddy when he went there to getC her.
GPut on the shine, pDut on the motor
CBuilt out of love, and made for water D G
We had her for years tiDll the transom got rotten
CA piece of my childhood that'll never be forgotten.
GIt was just an old pDly wood boat
CWith a 75 Johnson, and electric choke.D G
GA young boy 2 hDands on the wheel
CI cant replace the way it made me feel
GAnd i would turn her sharp and ID'd make it white
And he'd say Cyou cant beat the way an old wood boat rides
EmJust a little lake cross theC alabama line
But i was kinAmg of the ocean Dwhen daddy let me driGve. G D C D
GJust an old half ton, Dshort bed ford, mCy uncle bought new in 64.
GDaddy got it right caDuse the engine was smokin',
CCouple of burnt valves and he had it goin'
GHe'd let me drive her and Dwe'd haul off a load
CDown a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off the Thigpin road
GI'd set up in the seat, sDtretch my feet out to the peddles,
CSmiling like a hero that just recieved his meddle.
GIt was just an old hDand-me-down ford, with tChree speed on the column
DG
And a dent in the door.
A young boy, 2D hands on the wheel. I Ccant replace the way it
Made me feel. andG i would press that clutch and i'dD keep it right
and he'd sayC a little slower son ye doin just fine.
EmJust a dirt road with trasCh on each side but i was AmMario Andretti
When Ddaddy let me drivGe.D C D
GI'm grown up now 3D daughters of my own.
CI let 'em drive my old jeep cross the pasture at our home.
GMaybe one day theDy'll reach back in their file.
CAnd pull out that old memory and think of me and smile and say.
Final Chorus:
GIt was just an old Dworn out Jeep
CWith rusty old floor-boards, hot on my feet.
A young girl, D2 hands on the wheel,
CI cant replace the way it made me feel.
and i wouGld turn it left and Dsteer it right
CStraiten up girl now ye doin just fine.
EmJust a little valley by the Criver where we'd ride
but i was hAmigh on the mountain D
When daddy let me drivGe D when daddy let me dCriiiDve
Whoa he let me dGriiiDiiivCe D
Ending:
GShe's just an old ply woDod boat
C(once) End with G
with a 75 johnson and electric choke.
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