Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray

Half empty bottle of Gatorade

Rollin' on the floorboard

That dirty Braves cap on the dash

Dogtags hangin' 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 copin'

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

Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I leave that radio playin'

The same ole 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 rollin' down my face

Hey, man, I'm tryin' to be tough

And Mama asked me this mornin'

If I'd been by your grave

But that flag of 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

Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye

I've shook my fist and asked God why

These days, when I'm missin' 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

Yes, 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