I Drive Your Truck

I Drive Your Truck - Daddy's Music Team

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 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 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

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 you'd probably

Punch my arm right now

If you saw this tear

Rolling down on my face

Hey man I'm trying 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

Till 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

Till 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