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It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the 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, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transome got rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
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 her whine
He'd say, you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
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
He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump the 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
It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a 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 would keep it right
And 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
I'm grown up now three 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 files
And pull out that old memory
And think of me and smile and say
It was just an old worn out Jeep
Rusty old floorboard, 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, 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
It's just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
Estaba pintado de rojo la franja era de color blanco
Fue dieciocho metros de la proa a la luz de popa
De segunda mano a un distribuidor en Atlanta
Subí con papá cuando él fue allí para conseguir su
Ponemos en un brillo, se puso un motor
Construido por el amor, hecha para el agua
Ran ella durante años, 'hasta el transome tiene podrida
Un pedazo de mi infancia que nunca será olvidada
Sólo era un barco de madera vieja
Con Johnson '75 con la estrangulación eléctrica
Un niño de dos manos en el volante
No puedo cambiar la forma en que me hizo sentir
Y a su vez, su agudo
Y yo le haría quejarse
Él me decía, no se puede vencer a la forma en que un paseo en barco de madera antiguas
Sólo un pequeño lago a través de la línea de Alabama
Pero yo era el rey del océano
Cuando papá me dejan
Sólo una vieja media tonelada shortbed Ford
Mi tío compró nuevo en el 64
Papá lo hizo bien 'causa que el motor estaba fumando
Un par de válvulas quemadas y lo había va
Él me dejó manejar cuando nos arrastraban una carga
Abajo una pista de tierra donde se había volcado de la basura fuera de la carretera Thigpen
Me sentaba en el asiento y estirar los pies a los pedales
Sonriendo como un héroe que acaba de recibir su medalla
Era
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Enrique Iglesias
Drive
Drive
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the 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, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transome got rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
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 her whine
He'd say, you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
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
He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump the 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
It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a 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 would keep it right
And 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
I'm grown up now three 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 files
And pull out that old memory
And think of me and smile and say
It was just an old worn out Jeep
Rusty old floorboard, 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, 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
It's just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
Enrique Iglesias
Conducir
Conducir
Estaba pintado de rojo la franja era de color blanco
Fue dieciocho metros de la proa a la luz de popa
De segunda mano a un distribuidor en Atlanta
Subí con papá cuando él fue allí para conseguir su
Ponemos en un brillo, se puso un motor
Construido por el amor, hecha para el agua
Ran ella durante años, 'hasta el transome tiene podrida
Un pedazo de mi infancia que nunca será olvidada
Sólo era un barco de madera vieja
Con Johnson '75 con la estrangulación eléctrica
Un niño de dos manos en el volante
No puedo cambiar la forma en que me hizo sentir
Y a su vez, su agudo
Y yo le haría quejarse
Él me decía, no se puede vencer a la forma en que un paseo en barco de madera antiguas
Sólo un pequeño lago a través de la línea de Alabama
Pero yo era el rey del océano
Cuando papá me dejan
Sólo una vieja media tonelada shortbed Ford
Mi tío compró nuevo en el 64
Papá lo hizo bien 'causa que el motor estaba fumando
Un par de válvulas quemadas y lo había va
Él me dejó manejar cuando nos arrastraban una carga
Abajo una pista de tierra donde se había volcado de la basura fuera de la carretera Thigpen
Me sentaba en el asiento y estirar los pies a los pedales
Sonriendo como un héroe que acaba de recibir su medalla
Era
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
