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It's 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
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Put on a shine, put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten
A piece of my childhood, will never be forgoten
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It was, just an old plywood boat
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 an old wood boat rides
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Just an old half-ton shortbed 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
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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 that just received his medal
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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
And I would press that clutch
And I would, keep it right
He'd say, "a little slower son; you're doing just fine"
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It was just an old worn out jeep
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
Straighten up girl now, you're doing just fine