文本歌词

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 hanging 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
Till all the pain's a cloud of dust
Yeah sometimes I drive your truck
I leave that radio playing
Same old country station where you left it
Yeah man I crank it up
And you'd probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rolling down on my face
Hey man I'm trying to be tough
And momma asked me this morning if I'd been by your grave
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
Till 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
Till all the pain's a cloud of dust yeah sometimes
Yeah sometimes
I drive your truck hmm
I drive your truck
I hope you don't mind you don't mind
I drive your truck