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89 cents in the ashtray
Half-empty bottle of gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hanging 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 thats alright
People got their ways of coping
Oh, and ive 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's a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes i drive your truck
I leave that radio playing
Same old country station where you left it
Yeah, man i crank it up
And youd probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rolling down my face
Hey, man im trying to be tough
And Momma asked me this morning, if id been by your grave
But that flag and stone aint where i feel you anyways
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's a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes i drive your truck
Ive cussed, ive prayed, ive said goodbye
Shook my fist
And asked God why
These days when im 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
Till all the pain's a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes (yeah sometimes) i drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you dont mind, i hope you dont mind
I drive your truck