Lee Brice – I Drive Your Truck lyrics

Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray Half empty bottle of Gatorade Rollin' on the floorboard That dirty Braves cap on the dash Dogtags 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 is a cloud of dust Yea, 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 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 flag and stone Ain't where I feel you, anyway I drive you 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 is a cloud of dust Yea, 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 is a cloud of dust Yea, 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 Explain Request ×

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