| 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 |