| Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray
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| Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
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| That dirty Braves cap on the dash
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| Dog tags hangin' from the rear view
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| Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots
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| And a Go Army shirt folded in the back
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| This thing burns gas like crazy, but that’s alright
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| People got their ways of copin', oh, and I’ve got mine
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| I drive your truck
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| I roll every window down
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| And I burn up
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| Every back road in this town
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| I find a field, I tear it up
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| 'Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
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| Yeah, sometimes
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| I drive your truck
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| I leave that radio playin'
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| That same ol' country station where ya left it
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| Yeah, man I crank it up
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| And you’d probably punch my arm right now
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| If you saw this tear rollin' down on my face
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| Hey, man I’m tryin' to be tough
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| And momma asked me this mornin' if I’d been by your grave
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| But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway
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| I drive your truck
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| I roll every window down
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| And I burn up
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| Every back road in this town
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| I find a field, I tear it up
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| 'Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
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| Yeah, sometimes
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| I drive your truck
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| I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye
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| Shook my fist and asked God why
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| These days when I’m missin' you this much
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| I drive your truck
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| I roll every window down
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| And I burn up
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| Every back road in this town
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| I find a field, I tear it up
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| 'Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
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| Yeah, sometimes (Brother, sometimes)
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| I drive your truck
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| I drive your truck
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| I drive your truck
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| I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
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| I drive your truck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Drive Your Truck , by - American Country Hits. Song from the album American Country Hits Greats, in the genre Кантри