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It was painted red the stripe was white 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 water Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten It was just on old plywood boat With a '75 Johnson with electric choke A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel And I would turn her sharp And I would make her whine He'd say, 'you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides' Just a little lake across the Alabama line But I was king of the ocean When daddy let me drive Just an old half ton shortbed ford My uncle bought new in '64 Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking A couple of burnt valves and he had it going He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals Smiling like a hero that just received his medal It was just an old hand-me-down Ford With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door A young boy two honds on the wheel I cant replace the way it mode me feel And I would press that clutch And I would keep it right And he'd say, 'a little slower son you're doing just fine' Just a dirt rood with trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive I'm grown up now three daughters of my own I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file And pull out that old memory-a