Download Alan Jackson – Drive (For Daddy Gene)  Mp3, Lyrics

Iconic American country music star Alan Jackson delivers a deeply touching and emotional record titled “Drive (For Daddy Gene).” This heartfelt song stands out as one of his most personal releases, inspired by real-life memories and family bonds.

“Drive (For Daddy Gene)” tells a beautiful story of growing up, learning life lessons behind the wheel, and honoring the legacy of a father. With its gentle melody, reflective lyrics, and soulful delivery, the song stirs emotions and connects deeply with anyone who values family, guidance, and cherished memories.

If you appreciate meaningful country music that speaks to the heart and leaves a lasting impression, then “Drive (For Daddy Gene)” deserves a special place on your playlist. It’s a timeless tribute that reminds us of love, lessons, and the people who shape our lives.

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Lyrics: Alan Jackson – Drive (For Daddy Gene)

It’s painted red, the stripe was whiteIt was eighteen feet, from the bow to stern lightSecondhand, from a dealer in AtlantaI rode up with daddy, when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motorBuilt out of love, made for the waterRan her for years, ’til the transom got rottenA piece of my childhood, will never be forgoten
It was, just an old plywood boatA ’75 Johnson with electric chokeA young boy two hands on the wheelI can’t replace the way it made me feelAnd I would turn her sharpAnd I would make it whineHe’d say, You can’t beat the way an old wood boat rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama lineBut I was king of the oceanWhen daddy let meDrive
Just an old half-ton shortbed FordMy uncle bought new, in ’64Daddy got it right, ’cause the engine was smokingA couple of burnt valves, and he had it going
He’d let me drive her when we haul off a loadDown a dirt strip where we’d dump trash off of Thigpen RoadI’d sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedelsSmiling like a hero that just received his medal
It was just an old hand-me-down FordWith three-speed on the column and a dent in the doorA young boy, two hands on the wheelI can’t replace the way it made me feel andAnd I would press that clutchAnd I would, keep it rightHe’d say, “a little slower son; you’re doing just fine”
Just a dirt road with trash on each sideBut I was Mario AndrettiWhen daddy let meDrive
I’m grown up nowThree daughters of my ownI let them drive my old jeepAcross the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they’ll reach back in their fileAnd pull out that old memoryAnd think of me and smileAnd say
It was just an old worn out jeepRusty old floor boardsHot on my feetA young girl, two hands on the wheelI can’t replace the way it, made me feelAnd he’d say turn it leftAnd steer it rightStraighten up girl now, you’re doing just fine
Just a little valley by the river where we’d rideBut I was high on a mountainWhen daddy let meDrive
Daddy let me drive
Oh he let me, drive
It’s just an old plywood boatWith a ’75 JohnsonWith electric choke