I Drive Your Truck Lyrics - Singles - Barrett Baber

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 on my face 

Hey, man I'm tryin' 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 

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