Done

Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray

Half empty bottle of Gatorade

Rollin' on 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 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

Till all the pain's 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

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 mama asked me this mornin'

If I'd been by your grave

But that flagged 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

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

Till all the pain's a cloud of dust

Yes sometimes

Brother sometimes I drive your truck

Mm I drive your truck

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind

I drive your truck