AtillaTheHun
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It was painted red -the stripe was white
It was 18 feet from the bow to the 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 of love-made for the water
Had it for years-til the transmission got rotten
A piece of my childhood-that will never be forgotten
It was jut an old plywood boat-75 johnson and electric choke
Young boy -two hands on the wheel
I can't replace- the way it made me feel
And I'd steer that shoreline -keep it wide
He'd say - "you can't beat the way an old wooden boat rides"
Just a little late -across the Alabama line
But I was King of The Ocean-When Daddy let me Drive
It was 18 feet from the bow to the 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 of love-made for the water
Had it for years-til the transmission got rotten
A piece of my childhood-that will never be forgotten
It was jut an old plywood boat-75 johnson and electric choke
Young boy -two hands on the wheel
I can't replace- the way it made me feel
And I'd steer that shoreline -keep it wide
He'd say - "you can't beat the way an old wooden boat rides"
Just a little late -across the Alabama line
But I was King of The Ocean-When Daddy let me Drive