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CEighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray
CHalf empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorbFoard
FThat dirty Braves cap on the dash
CDog tags hangin' from the rear view
COld Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a GFo Army Shirt
Ffolded in the back
GThis thing burns gas like crazy, but tFhat's alright
FPeople got their ways of coping
FOh, and I've got mine
CI drive your truck
I roll eG/Bvery window down
And I bAmurn up
FEvery back road in thiGs town
CI find a field, I G/Btear it up
AmTil all the pain's a clG/Aoud of dust
FYeah, sometimes I drive your tCruck
CI leave that radio playing
CThat same ol' country station where yaF left it
FYeah, man I crank it up
CAnd you'd probably punch my arm right now
CIf you saw this tear rollin' down my Fface
FHey, man I'm tryin' to be tough
GAnd momma asked me this morning
FIf I'd been by your grave
GBut that flag and stone ain't where I feel yoFu anyway
CI drive your truck
I roll eG/Bvery window down
And I bAmurn up
FEvery back road in thiGs town
CI find a field, I G/Btear it up
AmTil all the pain's a clG/Aoud of dust
FYeah, sometimes I drive your tCruck
BbI've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye
FShook my fist and asked God why
CThese days when I'm missing you thiGs much
CI drive your truck
I roll eG/Bvery window down
And I bAmurn up
FEvery back road in thiGs town
CI find a field, I G/Btear it up
AmTil all the pain's a clG/Aoud of dust
FYeah, sometimes I drive your tCruck
C/F
CI drive your truck
FI drive your truck
CI hope you don't mind, I Fhope you don't mind
CI drive your truck
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