| It was painted red the stripe was white
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| It was 18 feet from the bow to 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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| We put on a shine, put on a motor
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| Built out of love, and made for the water
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| Ran her for years, til' the transom got rotten
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| A piece of my childhood will never be forgoten
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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
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| And I would make it whine
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| He'd say, "You can't beat the way a old wood boat rides"
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| Just a little lake cross the Alabama line
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| But I was king of the ocean
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| When Daddy let me drive
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| Just an old half ton short bed ford
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| 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'd let me drive her when we 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 pedels
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| Smiling like a hero who just received his medal
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| It was just an old hand me down ford
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| With 3 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 and
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| I would press that clutch
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| And I would keep it right
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| He would say a little slower son
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| Your doing just fine
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| Just a dirt road with trash on each side
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| But I was Mario Andretti
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| When Daddy let me drive
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| I'm grown up now
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| 3 daughters of my own
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| I let them drive my old jeep
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| 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
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| And think of me and smile
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| And say
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| It was just an old worn out jeep
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| Rusty old floor boards
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| 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
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| 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
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| When Daddy let me drive
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| Daddy let me drive
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| Oh he let me drive
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| It's just an old plywood boat
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| With a 75 johnson
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| And electric choke |