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Lee Brice - I Drive Your Truck
Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade
Rollin on 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 all right
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
Till all the pain s a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
I leave that radio playin
The same ole country station
Where you left it
Yeah, man, I crank it up
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 mama asked me this mornin
If I d been by your grave
But that flagged 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
Till all the pain s a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
I ve cussed, I ve prayed, I ve said goodbye
I ve 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, and I tear it up
Till all the pain s a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes
Brother, sometimes, I drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you don t mind
I hope you don t mind
I drive your truck
Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade
Rollin on 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 all right
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
Till all the pain s a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
I leave that radio playin
The same ole country station
Where you left it
Yeah, man, I crank it up
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 mama asked me this mornin
If I d been by your grave
But that flagged 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
Till all the pain s a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
I ve cussed, I ve prayed, I ve said goodbye
I ve 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, and I tear it up
Till all the pain s a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes
Brother, sometimes, I drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you don t mind
I hope you don t mind
I drive your truck
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