Kunci Ukulele Alan Jackson – Drive for daddy gene Versi 1

Was painte^Bd red, the st^F#ripe was white, It was ^E18 feet from the bow to the stern light. ^BSecond hand from a ^F#dealer in Atlanta, I ^Erode up with Daddy when he went there to get her. ^BPut on a shine,^F# put on the motor, ^EBuilt out of love, made for the water. ^BRan her for years 'til the ^F#transom got rotten, A ^Epiece of my childhood that'll never be forgotten. It was,

^BJust an old ^F#plywood boat, With a '^E75 Johnson, with electric choke. ^BA young boy, two ^F#hands on the wheel, ^EI can't replace the way it made me feel, And I would ^Bturn her sharp and I'd,^F# make it whine, He'd say,^E you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides. ^AbmJust a little lake across the ^DbAlabama line, But I was ^Eking of the ocean,^F# when daddy let me ^Bdrive.^{F# E F#}

^BJust an old half-ton ^F#short bed Ford, My ^Euncle bought it new in '64. ^BDaddy got it ridin', 'cause the ^F#engine was smokin', ^ECouple of burnt valves and he had it goin'. ^BHe'd let me drive her and we'd ^F#haul off a load, Down a ^Edirt strip where we'd dump trash, off of Thigpen Road. I'd ^Bsit up in the seat, and stretch my ^F#feet out to the pedals, ^ESmilin' like a hero that just received his medal. It was,

^BJust an old ^F#hand-me down Ford, With ^E3-speed on the column, and a dent in the door. ^BA young boy, two ^F#hands on the wheel, ^EI can't replace the way it made me feel, And I would ^Bpress that clutch, and I'd ^F#keep it right, And he'd say,^E a little slower son, you're doin' just fine. ^AbmJust a dirt road with ^Dbtrash on each side, But I was ^EMario Andretti^F# when daddy let me ^Bdrive.

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

^BIt was just an old ^F#worn out jeep, With ^Erusty old floorboards that were hot on my feet. ^BA young girl, two ^F#hands on the wheel, ^EI can't replace the way it made me feel, And he'd say, ^Bturn it left and ^F#steer it right, ^EStraighten up girl now, you're doin' just fine. ^AbmJust a little valley, by the ^Dbriver where we'd ride, But I was ^Ehigh on a mountain,^F# when Daddy let me ^Bdrive. ^F#When Daddy let me ^Edrive. ^F# Oh he let me ^Bdrive.^{F# E F#}

^BShe's just an old ^F#plywood boat, With a '^E75 Johnson, with electric choke....^B