Drive (When Daddy let me...)

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country, não consegui pegar o
solo do meio, mas estou trabalhando 
nele ;-)

B               F#
Was painted red, the stripe was 
white,
       E
It was 18 feet from the bow to the 
stern light.
B                  F#
Second hand from a dealer in 
Atlanta,
  E
I rode up with Daddy when he went 
there to get her.
B              F#
Put on a shine, put on the motor,
E
Built out of love, made for the 
water.
B                          F#
Ran her for years 'til the transom 
got rotten,
  E
A piece of my childhood that'll 
never be forgotten. It was,


B           F#
Just an old plywood boat,
        E
With a '75 Johnson, with electric 
choke.
B                F#
A young boy, two hands on the wheel,
E
I can't replace the way it made me 
feel,
            B                      
And I would turn her sharp and I'd,
F#
 make it whine,
         E
He'd say, you can't beat the way an 
old wood boat rides.
Abm                         
Just a little lake across the 
  Db
Alabama line,
          E                 F#    
But I was king of the ocean, when 
             B
daddy let me
      F#  E  F#
drive.


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B                    F#
Just an old half-ton short bed Ford,
   E
My uncle bought it new in '64.
B                               
Daddy got it ridin', 'cause the 
F#
engine was smokin',
E
Couple of burnt valves and he had it
 goin'.
B                              F#
He'd let me drive her and we'd haul 
off a load,
       E
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump 
trash, off of Thigpen Road.
    B                              
I'd sit up in the seat, and stretch
    F#
 my feet out to the pedals,
E
Smilin' like a hero that just 
received his medal. It was,


B           F#
Just an old hand-me down Ford,
     E
With 3-speed on the column, and a 
dent in the door.
B                F#
A young boy, two hands on the wheel,
E
I can't replace the way it made me 
feel,
            B                      
And I would press that clutch, and 
    F#
I'd keep it right,
             E
And he'd say, a little slower son, 
you're doin' just fine.
Abm                   Db
Just a dirt road with trash on each 
side,
          E             F#        
But I was Mario Andretti when 
         B
daddy let me drive.


F#  E  F#  B  F#  E  F#
INSTRUMENTAL


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


B                  F#
It was just an old worn out jeep,
     E
With rusty old floorboards that were
 hot on my feet.
B                 F#
A young girl, two hands on the 
wheel,
E
I can't replace the way it made me 
feel,
              B                F#
And he'd say, turn it left and steer
 it right,
E
Straighten up girl now, you're doin'
 just fine.
Abm                          Db
Just a little valley, by the river 
where we'd ride,
          E                  F#   
But I was high on a mountain, when
              B
 Daddy let me drive.
F#                E      F#
When Daddy let me drive.
             B     F#  E  F#
Oh he let me drive.


B                 F#
She's just an old plywood boat,
        E                        
With a '75 Johnson, with electric 
          B
choke....