Eighty - nine cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of gaterade rolling in the floorboard
The dirty braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hanginae 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 alright people got their way of coping oh,and i got mine
[Chorus ]
I drive your truck i roll every window down and i burn up every back world in this town i find a feild,i tear it up till all the pains a cloud of dust yah sometimes i drive your truck
I leave the radio playing The same ole contry station where ya left it yah, man i crank it up and you'd probably punch my arm right now if you shall this tear rolling down on my face hey,im trying to be tough and momma asked me this morning if I've been to your grave but the flag and stone ain't
Where i feel You anyway.
[Repeat chorus ]
I've cussed ,i've prayed ,I've said goodbye ive waved my fist and asked god why these days I've been missing you this much.
[Repeat chorus ]
I drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you dont mind
I hope you dont mind
I drive your truck
