Eighty-nine cents
in the ashtray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade
rollin' in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap
on the dash
Dog tags hangin'
from the rearview
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 ole 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
Hm mm
I drive your truck
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
I drive your truck