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    Lee Brice
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    I Drive Your Truck

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    I Drive Your Truck
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      About "I Drive Your Truck"

      Lyrics for Lee Brice - "I Drive Your Truck"

      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      YEARY, JIMMY / HARRINGTON, CONNIE / ALEXANDER, JESSI
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