Eighty-nine cents in the ash trayHalf empty bottle of gatorade rolling in the floorboardThat dirty braves cap on the dashDog tags hangin’ from the rear viewOld skoal can, and cowboy boots and a go army shirtFolded in the backThis thing burns gas like crazy, but that’s alrightPeople got their ways of copingOh, 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 upTil all the pain’s a cloud of dustYeah, sometimes I drive your truckI leave that radio playingThat same ole country station where ya left itYeah, man I crank it upAnd you’d probably punch my arm right nowIf you saw this tear rollin’ down my on faceHey, man I’m tryin’ to be toughAnd momma asked me this morningI I’d been by your graveBut that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anywayI drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, I tear it upTil all the pain’s a cloud of dustYeah, sometimes I drive your truckI’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbyeShook my fist and asked God whyThese days when I’m missing you this muchI drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn upEvery back road in this townI find a field, I tear it upTil all the pain’s a cloud of dustYeah, sometimes, brother sometimesI drive your truckI drive your truckI hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mindI drive your truck
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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 my on face
Hey, man I’m tryin’ to be tough
And momma asked me this morning
I 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
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