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