Lee Brice - I drive your truck

^BEighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray ^EHalf empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the ^C#mfloorboard That d^F#irty Braves cap on the dash ^BDog tags hangin' from the rear view ^EOld Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a ^C#mGo Army Shirt ^C#mfolded in the back This ^F#thing burns gas like crazy, but ^Ethat's alright ^F#People got their ways of coping Oh, and ^EI've got mine

I drive your t^Bruck I roll ^F#every window down And I ^G#mburn up Every ^Eback road in this town I find a ^Bfield, I tear it^D#m up Til all the ^G#mpain's a cloud of ^Bdust Yeah, some^Etimes I drive your ^Btruck

I ^Bleave that radio playing That ^Esame ole country station where ya ^C#mleft it ^C#mYeah, man I crank it up And you'd ^Bprobably punch my arm right now If ^Eyou saw this tear rollin' down ^C#mmy on face Hey, ^C#mman I'm tryin' to be tough And ^F#momma asked me this morning If I'd been^E by your grave But that ^F#flag and stone ain't where I feel you ^Eanyway

I drive your t^Bruck I roll ^F#every window down And I ^G#mburn up Every ^Eback road in this town I find a ^Bfield, I tear it^D#m up Til all the ^G#mpain's a cloud of ^Bdust Yeah, some^Etimes I drive your ^Btruck ^D#m

I've ^Ecussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye ^C#mShook my fist and asked God why ^G#mThese days when I'm missing you this ^F#much (no chord) I drive your truck

Every ^Aback road in this ^Etown I ^F#find a ^Bfield, I tear it^D#m up Til all the ^G#mpain's a cloud of ^Bdust Yeah, ^Esometimes, brother sometimes

I drive your ^Btruck ^E I drive your ^Btruck I hope you don't ^Emind, I hope you don't mind I drive your ^Btruck ^{E B}