Essa é pra galera que curte música 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 F# And I would turn her sharp and I'd, make it whine, E He'd say, you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides. Abm Db Just a little lake across the Alabama line, E F# B But I was king of the ocean, when daddy let me F# E F# drive. B F# Just an old half-ton short bed Ford, E My uncle bought it new in '64. B F# Daddy got it ridin', 'cause the 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 F# I'd sit up in the seat, and stretch 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 F# And I would press that clutch, and 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# B But I was Mario Andretti when 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# B But I was high on a mountain, when 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 B With a '75 Johnson, with electric choke....