I Drive Your Truck

Lee Brice

• CCF/CF/C
  P:
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• CCFadd9/CFadd9/C
  S1:
  89 cents in the ashtray, half-empty bottle of Gatorade 

  Rollin' in the floorboard, that dirty Braves cap on the dash 

  Dog tags hangin' from the rearview, old Skoal can and cowboy boots 

  And a Go Army shirt folded in the back
• GFGF
  B1:
  This thing burns gas like crazy, but that's alright 

  People got their ways of copin', oh, and I've got mine
• CG/HAmiFGCAmiGFCCmaj7/H
  R1:
  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 'til all the pain's a cloud of dust 

  Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
• CFadd9/C
  M:
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• CCFadd9Fadd9
  S2:
  I leave that radio playin' that same ol' country station 

  Where ya left it, yeah, man I crank it up 

  And you'd probably punch my arm right now if you saw this tear 

  Rollin' down on my face, hey, man I'm tryin' to be tough
• GFGF
  B2:
  And momma asked me this mornin' if I'd been by your grave 

  But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway
• CG/HAmiFGCAmiGFCGCmaj7/HG/H
  R1:
  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 'til all the pain's a cloud of dust 

  Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
• B♭FCG
  B3:
  I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye 

  Shook my fist and asked God why 

  These days when I'm missin' you this much
• CAmiCAmiGCmaj7/HFmaj7GB♭FFadd9C
  R2:
  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 'til all the pain's a cloud of dust 

  Yeah, sometimes (Brother, sometimes) I drive your truck
• CF/CCF/CCF/CC
  D:
  ----x---x---x x---x---x- I drive your truck 

  I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind 

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