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 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 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, 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