Eighty-nine cents
in the ashtray
half empty bottle
of Gatorade rolling
on the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap
on the dash
dog tags hangin’
from the rear view
Old Skol 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 coping
and I’ve got mine
I drive your truck
I roll every
window down
and I burn u......p
Every back road
in this town I find a field
I tear it up till all the
pain’s a cloud of dust
yeah sometimes
I drive your truck
I leave that radio playing
the same old
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 tryna
be tough
and my momma asked me
this morning
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 u......p
Every back road
in this town I find a field
I tear it up till 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 missing 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 till all the
pain’s a cloud of dust
yeah sometimes
Brother sometimes
I drive your truck
Ah ooh ooh
I drive your truck
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
I drive your truck