I Drive Your Truck

89 cents in the ashtray
 Half empty bottle of Gatorade
 Rollin' in the floorboard
 That dirty Braves cap on the dash
 Dog tags hangin' from the rearview
 Old Skoal can and cowboy boots
 And a "Go Army" shirt folded in the back
 This thing burns gas like crazy
 But that's all right
 People got their ways of copin'
 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
 Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
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 I leave that radio playin'
 The same ole country station
 Where you left it
 Yeah, man, I crank it up
 You'd probably punch my arm right now
 If you saw this tear rollin' down my face
 Hey, man, I'm tryin' to be tough
 And mamma asked me this mornin'
 If I'd been by your grave
 But that flag of 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
 Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
 I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye
 I've shook my fist and asked God why
 These days, when I'm missin' 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, and I tear it up
 'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust, yes, 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