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