It was on this date in 2002 that Jackson released “Drive (For Daddy Gene)” in honor of his late father, Eugene Jackson, who passed away a couple years prior.
You gotta love this music video too. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.
“Drive (For Daddy Gene)” lyrics
It was painted red, the stripe was white It was 18 feet from the bow to 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, and made for the water Ran her for years, ’til the transom got rotten A piece of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat With a ’75 Johnson and 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 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
Just an old half ton short bed 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’d 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 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’d keep it right He’d say “A little slower son, you’re doing just fine” Just a dirt road 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 With rusty old floorboards, 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 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
It was just an old plywood boat With a ’75 Johnson and electric choke