Drive - Alan Jackson (Traducida al Español) Chords

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_ She painted red, [F#] her stripe was white, [E] She was eighteen feet, and her bow [B] was a stern line.
Second hand, [F#] from a dealer in Atlanta, [E] I rode up with Daddy when we went there together.
[B] _ Put on the [F#] shine, put on the motor, [E] _ Built out of love, made for the water.
[B] _ Ran her for [F#] years, till her transom got rotten, [E] A piece of my childhood, as ever be [B] forgotten.
It was just an [F#] old plywood boat, [E] The 75 Johnson, with electric choke.
[B] A young boy, [F#] two hands on the wheel, [B] I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And I would turn her sharp, [F#] _ I'd make it whine, [E] He'd say, you [B] can't beat the [E] way an old woodboat rides.
[G#m] Just a little lake, [C#] across the Alabama line, But [E] I was king of the [F#] ocean,
And Daddy let [B] me ride _ [F#] her. _
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_ _ Just an old half-ton, short-bed Ford, [E] My uncle bought a new _ N64.
_ [B] Daddy got it right, [F#] while the engine was smoking, _ [E] A couple of burnt valves, and he had it going.
_ [B] He'd let me drive her, [F#] and we'd haul off a load, [E] Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off a thick timber.
[B] I'd sit up in the seat, and [F#] stretch my feet out to the pedals, [E] Smiling like a hero, and just receive his [B] medal.
It was _ [F#] just an old hand-me-down Ford, [E] Three-speed on the column, and a dent in the door.
_ [B] A young boy, [F#] two hands on the wheel, [E] [B] I can't replace the way it made me feel,
And I would press that clutch, and [F#] I'd keep it right, [E] He'd say, little sore son, you're doing just fine.
[G#m] Just a dirt road, [C#] with trash on each side, But [E] I was merry, oh and free,
[F#] _ When Daddy let [B] me drive. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ I'm grown up [F#] now, three daughters of my own, [E] I let them drive my old Jeep [B] across the pasture at our home.
_ Maybe one day, [F#] they'll reach back in their file, [E] And pull out that old memory, and think of [B] me and smile and say,
It was just an [F#] old worn-out Jeep, [E] Rusty old floorboards, hot on my feet.
[B] A young girl, [F#] two hands on the wheel, [E] I can't replace the way it made me [B] feel,
And he'd say, turn it left, [F#] and steer it right, [E] Straighten up girl, now you're doing just fine.
[G#m] Just a little valley, [C#] by the river where we'd ride, But [E] I was high on [F#] mountains,
And [B] Daddy let me drive.
_ [F#] _ _ Daddy let [E] me _ _ [F#] drive.
_ [B] Oh, he let me _ [F#] drive.
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_ [B] _ _ She's just [F#] an old plywood boat, [E] With a 75 Johnson, _ and an electric choke.
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