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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=52717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drive</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was painted red the stripe was white<br>It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light<br>Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta<br>I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her<br>We put on a shine; put on a motor<br>Built out of love, made for the water<br>Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten<br>A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten<br>It was just on old plywood boat<br>With a '75 Johnson with electric choke<br>A young boy two hands on the wheel<br>I can't replace the way it made me feel<br>And I would turn her sharp<br>And I would make her whine<br>He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"<br>Just a little lake across the Alabama line<br>But I was king of the ocean<br>When daddy let me drive<br>Just an old half ton shortbed ford<br>My uncle bought new in '64<br>Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking<br>A couple of burnt valves and he had it going<br>He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load<br>Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road<br>I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals<br>Smiling like a hero that just received his medal<br>It was just an old hand-me-down Ford<br>With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door<br>A young boy two hands on the wheel<br>I can't replace the way it mode me feel<br>And I would press that clutch<br>And I would keep it right<br>And he'd say, "a little slower son you're doing just fine"<br>Just a dirt rood with trash on each side<br>But I was Mario Andretti<br>When daddy let me drive<br>I'm grown up now three daughters of my own<br>I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home<br>Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file<br>And pull out that old memory<br>And think of me and smile and say<br>It was just an old worn out Jeep<br>Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet<br>A young girl two hands on the wheel<br>I can't replace the way it made me feel<br>And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,<br>Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"<br>Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride<br>But I was high on a mountain<br>When daddy let me drive<br>When daddy let me drive<br>Oh he let me drive<br>Daddy let me drive<br>It's just an old plywood boat<br>With a '75 Johnson with electric choke</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Alan Jackson - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
We put on a shine; put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the w..."></div>
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