I Drive Your Truck

C Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray C F Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard F That dirty Braves cap on the dash C Dog tags hangin' from the rear view C F Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a Go Army Shirt F folded in the back G F This thing burns gas like crazy, but that's alright G People got their ways of coping F Oh, and I've got mine C I drive your truck G/B I roll every window down Am And I burn up F G Every back road in this town C G/B I find a field, I tear it up Am Am/G Til all the pain's a cloud of dust F C Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck C I leave that radio playing C F That same ol' country station where ya left it F Yeah, man I crank it up C And you'd probably punch my arm right now C F If you saw this tear rollin' down my face F Hey, man I'm tryin' to be tough G And momma asked me this morning F If I'd been by your grave G F But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway C I drive your truck G/B I roll every window down Am And I burn up F G Every back road in this town C G/B I find a field, I tear it up Am Am/G Til all the pain's a cloud of dust F C Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Bb I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye F Shook my fist and asked God why C G These days when I'm missing you this much C I drive your truck G/B I roll every window down Am And I burn up F G Every back road in this town C G/B I find a field, I tear it up Am Am/G Til all the pain's a cloud of dust F C Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck C/F C I drive your truck F I drive your truck C F I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind C I drive your truck Enjoy! Please Rate if you found this helpful!