Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alan Jackson
Lead Vocals
Eddie Bayers Jr.
Drums
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Gordon Mote
Piano
Jim Hoke
Harmonica
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Mandolin
Bruce Watkins
Acoustic Guitar
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Greenwood Hart
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Stegall
Producer
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It was painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love and made for the water
Ran her for years till the transom got rotten
A piece of my childhood, it'll never be forgotten
[Chorus]
It was just an 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'd make it whine
He'd say, "You can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
Just a little lake 'cross the Alabama Line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
[Verse 2]
Just an old half ton, short-bed Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
And daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
Couple of burnt valves and he had it going
He'd let me drive her, 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
[Chorus]
It was just an old hand me down Ford
With three speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy, two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would press that clutch, and I'd keep it right
He'd say, "A little slower son, you're doing just fine"
Just a dirt road with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive
[Bridge]
I'm grown up now, three daughters of my own
I let 'em drive my old Jeep 'cross the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file
And pull out that old memory and think of me and smile and say
[Chorus]
It was just an old worn out Jeep
Rusty old floor boards, hot on my feet
A young girl, two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, "Turn it left and steer it right
Straighten up, girl, now you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When daddy let me drive
When daddy let me drive
Oh, he let me drive
[Outro]
It's just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
Written by: Alan Jackson