Lee Brice - "I Drive Your Truck"

89 cents in the ash tray, half empty bottle of
gatorade rollin' in the floor board
That dirty ]Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hanging from the rear-view
Old Skoal can, cowboy boots and a gold army shirt
folded in the back

This thing burns gas like crazy, but that's alright
People got their ways of coping, I've got mine

I drive your truck, I roll every window down
And I burn up, every backroad in this town
I find a field, tear it up until 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 you left it, Yeah, man, I crank it up.
And you'd probably punch my arm right now
if you saw this tear rollin' down my face,
hey man I'm trying to be tough

and Mama asked me this morning if I've 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 backroad in this town
I find a field, tear it up, until 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, 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 backroad in this town
I find a field, tear it up, until 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