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Alan Jackson - Drive (For Daddy Gene)

Drive (For Daddy Gene), reached # 1 of the US Hot Country Songs charts, remained 4 weeks in a row at the top of the charts and remained a total of 31 weeks in the charts. The song was included in Alan’s tenth studio album, Drive (Arista 2002)

Drive (For Daddy Gene), a song written and recorded by Alan Jackson for the Arista label, was recorded between September and October 2001, in Nashville, TN. In the recording session of the album, Alan was accompanied by: Bruce Watkins (guitar and banjo), Brent Mason (guitar), J.T. Corenflos (guitar), Stuart Duncan (mandolin and fiddle), John Kelton (bass), Gordon Mote (piano and keyboards), Jim Hoke (harmonica) and John Wesley Ryles and Wes Hightower (vocal background). With the production of Keith Stegall, the song was released on January 28, 2002, on May 25, 2002, reached # 1 of the US Hot Country Songs charts, remained 4 weeks in a row at the top of the charts and remained a total of 31 weeks in the charts. It was the twenty-first number in Alan’s career.

The song was included in Alan’s tenth studio album, Drive (Arista 2002), the album was released on January 15, 2002, reaching # 1 of the US Top Country Albums charts, on February 2, 2002, staying 6 weeks in a row at number # 1, and a total of 103 weeks on the charts. On the Canadian Country Albums charts, I also reach number one.

The album was certified quadruple platinum in the USA, platinum in Canada and gold in Australia.

 

The music video of the song was nominated for the music video of the year in the main awards and won the award for best music video at the Country Music Awards.

About the song:

 

The song is dedicated to Alan’s father, Eugene Jackson, who died on January 31, 2000. In the song, Alan remembers that when he was a child, he and his father were driving. The field in an old and dilapidated van that they fixed together, as well as a boat that would drive around the lake. In the final verse, Alan talks about sharing his childhood experiences with his daughters and letting them drive their Jeep through their pastures.

Miquel Batlle Garriga
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Alan Jackson – Drive (For Daddy Gene) Lyrics

 

It was painted red the stripe was white

It was 18 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

We put on a shine, put on a motor

Built out of love, and made for the water

Ran her for years, til’ the transom got rotten

A piece of my childhood will never be forgoten

 

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 would make it whine

He’d say, “You can’t beat the way a old wood boat rides”

Just a little lake cross the Alabama line

But I was king of the ocean

When Daddy let me drive

 

Just an old half ton short bed 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’d let me drive her when we 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 pedels

Smiling like a hero who just received his medal

 

It was just an old hand me down ford

With 3 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 would keep it right

He would say a little slower son

Your doing just fine

Just a dirt road with trash on each side

But I was Mario Andretti

When Daddy let me drive

 

I’m grown up now

3 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

And think of me and smile

And say

 

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

 

Daddy let me drive

 

Oh he let me drive

 

It’s just an old plywood boat

With a 75 johnson

And electric choke



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