I Drive Your Truck Lyrics

89 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 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 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 probably punch my arm right now if you saw this tear rolling down my face Hey man I'm trying to be tough, Momma asked me this morning if I've been by your grave [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-drive-your-truck-lyrics-lee-brice.html ] 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 pains a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck I've cussed, prayed I've said good bye I've 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 pains a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck I drive your truck I drive your truck I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind I drive your truck