Lee Brice - I drive your truck

^GEighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the ^Cfloorboard

^GDog tags hangin' from the rear view Old Skoal can and cowboy boots and a G^Co Army shirt

This ^Dthing burns gas like crazy, but ^Cthat's alright People ^Dgot their ways of coping Oh, and ^CI've got mine

I drive your ^Gtruck I roll ^G/F#every window down And I burn ^Em7up Every ^Cback road in this ^Dtown I find a ^Gfield, I tear it ^G/F#up Til all the ^Em7pain's a cloud of ^Ddust Yeah, some^Ctimes I drive your ^Gtruck ^C

I ^Gleave that radio playing That same ol' country station where ya ^Cleft it

And you'd ^Gprobably punch my arm right now If you saw this tear rollin' down ^Cmy face

And ^Dmomma asked me this morning If I'd been ^Cby your grave But that ^Dflag and stone ain't where I feel you ^Canyway

I ^Ddrive your ^Gtruck I roll ^G/F#every window down And I burn ^Em7up Every ^Cback road in this ^Dtown I find a ^Gfield, I tear it ^G/F#up Til all the ^Em7pain's a cloud of ^Ddust Yeah, some^Ctimes I drive your ^Gtruck ^G/F#

I've ^Fcussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye ^CShook my fist and asked God why ^GThese days when I'm missing you this ^Dmuch

I drive your ^Gtruck I roll e^Cvery window down And I burn ^Em7up Every ^Fback road in this ^Ctown I ^Dfind a ^Gfield, I tear it ^G/F#up Til all the ^Em7pain's a cloud of ^Ddust Yeah, some^Ctimes, brother sometimes, I drive your ^Gtruck Mmm ^Cmmm, I drive your ^Gtruck I hope you don't ^Cmind, I hope you don't mind I drive your ^Gtruck ^{C G}