Song | Drive |
Artist | Bobby McFerrin |
Album | Essential |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Drive | |
Alan Jackson | |
375931574制作 | |
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 transom got rotten | |
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten | |
It was just on 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 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 handdown 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 mode 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 rood 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 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 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 | |
Daddy let me drive | |
It′s just an old plywood boat | |
With a ′75 Johnson with electric choke | |
希望你们能喜欢乡村音乐 |
Drive | |
Alan Jackson | |
375931574 zhi zuo | |
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 transom got rotten | |
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten | |
It was just on 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 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 handdown Ford | |
With a threespeed on the column and a dent in the door | |
A young boy two hands on the wheel | |
I can t replace the way it mode 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 rood 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 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 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 | |
Daddy let me drive | |
It s just an old plywood boat | |
With a 75 Johnson with electric choke | |
xi wang ni men neng xi huan xiang cun yin yue |
Drive | |
Alan Jackson | |
375931574 zhì zuò | |
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 transom got rotten | |
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten | |
It was just on 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 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 handdown Ford | |
With a threespeed on the column and a dent in the door | |
A young boy two hands on the wheel | |
I can t replace the way it mode 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 rood 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 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 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 | |
Daddy let me drive | |
It s just an old plywood boat | |
With a 75 Johnson with electric choke | |
xī wàng nǐ men néng xǐ huān xiāng cūn yīn yuè |