Lee Brice - I Drive Your Truck Lyrics
Eighty-nine cents in the ashtrayHalf empty bottle of GatoradeRollin' on the floorboardThat dirty Braves cap on the dashDogtags hangin' from the rear viewOld Skoal can and cowboy bootsAnd a "Go Army" shirt folded in the backThis thing burns gas like crazyBut that's all rightPeople got their ways of copin'Oh, and I've got mineI drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, I tear it upTill all the pain is a cloud of dustYes, sometimes, I drive your truckI leave that radio playin'The same ole country stationWhere you left itYeah, man, I crank it upYou'd probably punch my arm right nowIf you saw this tear rollin' down my faceHey, man, I'm tryin' to be toughAnd Mama asked me this mornin'If I'd been by your graveBut that flag of stoneAin't where I feel you, anywayI drive you truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, I tear it upTill all the pain is a cloud of dustYes, sometimes, I drive your truckI've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbyeI've shook my fist and asked God whyThese days, when I'm missin' you this muchI drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, and I tear it upTill all the pain is a cloud of dustYes, sometimes,Brother, sometimes, I drive your truckI drive your truckI hope you don't mindI hope you don't mindI drive your truck
