Capo 4 ( G )

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


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


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


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


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INSTRUMENTAL


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


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


G                  D  
She's just an old plywood boat,
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With a '75 Johnson, with electric choke....