I Drive Your Truck - Lee Brice

Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray

Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard

That dirty Braves cap on the dash

Dog tags hangin' from the rear view

Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots

And a Go Army shirt folded in the back

This thing burns gas like crazy, but that’s alright

People got their ways of copin', oh, and I’ve got mine

I drive your truck

I roll every window down

And I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

'Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes

I drive your truck

I leave that radio playin'

That same ol' country station where ya left it

Yeah, man I crank it up

And you’d probably punch my arm right now

If you saw this tear rollin' down on my face

Hey, man I’m tryin' to be tough

And momma asked me this mornin' if I’d been by your grave

But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway

I drive your truck

I roll every window down

And I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

'Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes

I drive your truck

I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye

Shook my fist and asked God why

These days when I’m missin' you this much

I drive your truck

I roll every window down

And I burn up

Every back road in this town

I find a field, I tear it up

'Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes (Brother, sometimes)

I drive your truck

I drive your truck

I drive your truck

I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind

I drive your truck