Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade
Rollin in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dogtags 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 thats all right
People got their ways of copin
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 pains a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
I leave that radio playin
The same ole country station
Where you left it
Yeah, man, I crank it up
Youd probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rollin down my face
Hey, man, Im tryin to be tough
And mamma asked me this mornin
If Id been by your grave
But that flag of stone
Aint where I feel you anyway
I drive you 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 pains a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck
Ive cussed, Ive prayed, Ive said goodbye
Ive shook my fist and asked God why
These days, when Im 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
Till all the pains a cloud of dust, yes sometimes
Brother, sometimes, I drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you dont mind
I hope you dont mind
I drive your truck