I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

Somethin' 'bout the taste of a first love, first touch That don't ever seem to fade You're thinkin' 'bout me tonight 'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout you tonight Now you're six hundred miles away And a ten hour drive But if you called me tonight, I'll be there

I'm underestimated Can't save a life that burns Entwine a million souls to fight As we change gear to overdrive We raise our voices in fear - Unite Until the threats declined - Delivered It's an alliance intertwined Define sensational, The actions of a

This old routine will drive you mad It's just a mumble never spoken out loud So you come on home, walk through the door. She's in the kitchen searching through the drawers. So you stop and watch her and ask what she's looking for. She says she's not

Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style She can't be tied down but for a while I'll be falling free and so in love Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child She's a wild child Looks like royal in a thrift store dress Keeps my

Somewhere unforgiven Time will wait for you I will wait for you Drive to the night Far as it goes Away from the daylight Into the afterglow Down on the street Just let the engine run

'Cause I'm a country boy Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride Up city streets, down country roads 'Cause I'm a country boy, I've got a four-wheel drive I can get you where you need to go I can get you where you want to go Excuse me ma'am, I saw you

A heartache I'm still trying to get through Texas was you Texas was green eyes crying goodbye Was a long drive Ohio was a riverbank 10 speed layin' in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long long summer days Tennessee was a guitar

Slow down and I walk to the hill Threatened a long time There are signs on the ring Which make me feel so down There's one to enslave all rings To find them all in time And drive them into darkness Forever they'll be bound Three for the Kings

I still drive a pickup, I still wear boots Red, white and blue are the colors I bleed I grew up country, I'm proud of my roots I'm a Johnny Cash junkie and a Buck Owens freak Three cords and some down-home soul Some things never grow old I grew up on