75 Johnson
"Drive (For Daddy Gene)"
Letra e Música:
Alan Jackson
Intérprete:
Alan Jackson
1st Verse
It
was painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to
stern light
Second hand 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 'a love,
made for water
Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten
A piece of
my childhood that'll never be forgotten
Chorus
It was just an old plywood
boat
With a 75 Johnson, with 'lectric 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'
Just a little lake 'cross the Alabama line
But I was King
of the Ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Ford Mustang 1964
2nd Verse
Just an ol' half ton short bed
Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was
smokin'
A couple 'a burnt valves, and he had it goin'
He let me drive her
when 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
Smilin' like hero that just received his medal
2nd 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 would keep it right
And he'd
say, 'A little slower, son, you're doin' just fine'
Just a dirt road with
trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When Daddy let me
drive
3rd Verse
I'm grown up now, three daughters
of my own
I let 'em drive my ol' Jeep 'cross a pasture at our home
Maybe
one day they'll reach back in their file
And pull out that ol' memory
And
think of me and smile and say
Jeep
3rd Chorus
It was just an ol' worn out
Jeep
Rusty ol' 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 doin' 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
Tag
She's just an ol' plywood boat
With a 75
Johnson, with 'lectric choke
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Compositor e cantor
americano de música country, Alan Jackson nasceu em 17 de outubro
de 1958, em Newnan, Georgia, USA, onde morava com seus pais e quatro
irmãs.
Logo depois de ter-se
casado com sua namorada do tempo de colégio, Denise, em 1979, com quem tem
três filhas, mudou-se para Nashville, Tennessee, para seguir a
carreira musical.
"Drive
(For Daddy Gene)" é uma canção escrita e gravada por Alan Jackson,
dedicada a seu pai, Eugene Jackson, falecido em
2000.
Jackson relembra o
convívio com seu pai, permitindo que ele, ainda tão jovem,
pilotasse o barco 75 Johnson no lago - quando Jackson se sentia "King
of the Ocean" - e que dirigisse um Ford 1964 na zona rural, ocasião
em que ele - "Smilin' like hero that just received his medal" -
se julgava um Mario Andretti (1940), (um dos maiores ídolos do
automobilismo dos Estados Unidos).
Nos versos
finais, Alan, agora com três filhas, repassa essa bela experiência da
juventude, permitindo que elas dirijam seu Jeep na zona rural, tendo
esperança de que, quando os anos passarem, elas também rememorem esse fato
e digam "But I was high on a mountain
when Daddy let me drive".
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Pesquisa e
Formatação:
Ida Aranha
abril 2010
