Lee Brice - I Drive Your Truck lyrics

Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in 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 alright People got their ways of coping 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 playing 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 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 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 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 Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, 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