Chords for I Drive Your Truck
Tempo:
65.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
G#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] You're lying.
[B]
[E] [Bm] [E] Eighty [B]-nine cents in the ice tray.
I had a empty bottle of Gatorade,
blowing leather [E] to roll gold.
That dirty [B] braised cowpaw dash,
Dog tags hang from the railing,
Old skullcat, a cow,
Old [E] boots and a low coat,
Farmyard shirt,
Folded in the back,
[F#] The staining burns gas like crazy,
[E] But that's alright,
[F#] People got their way of coping,
[E] And I got mine,
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] And I burn love,
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust, [E] Yeah sometimes,
I [B] drive your truck,
[E]
[B] Keep you fatter in your plane,
Same old country station,
[E] The way you like to,
Hey man,
I [B] crank it up,
You'd probably punch my arm right now,
You'd sing those tears rolling [E] down my face,
Hey man,
I try to beat you,
[F#] By all my estimates this morning,
[E] If I paint my own grave,
[F#] That flag is stolen,
Where I [C#m] feel you anyway,
[F#]
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
And [G#m] I burn love,
[E] Every back road in [F#] this town,
I find [B] a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust,
Yeah [E] sometimes,
I drive [B] your truck,
[F#] [A] I curse,
I pray,
I say [E] goodbye,
I shoot my fist,
And ask [B] God why,
These days when I'm missing you [F#] this much,
I drive [B] your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] I burn love,
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] I tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud [B] up dust,
[E] Yeah sometimes,
I [B] drive your truck,
[E]
I [B] drive your truck,
[E] Hope you don't mind,
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] [E] [B]
[B]
[E] [Bm] [E] Eighty [B]-nine cents in the ice tray.
I had a empty bottle of Gatorade,
blowing leather [E] to roll gold.
That dirty [B] braised cowpaw dash,
Dog tags hang from the railing,
Old skullcat, a cow,
Old [E] boots and a low coat,
Farmyard shirt,
Folded in the back,
[F#] The staining burns gas like crazy,
[E] But that's alright,
[F#] People got their way of coping,
[E] And I got mine,
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] And I burn love,
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust, [E] Yeah sometimes,
I [B] drive your truck,
[E]
[B] Keep you fatter in your plane,
Same old country station,
[E] The way you like to,
Hey man,
I [B] crank it up,
You'd probably punch my arm right now,
You'd sing those tears rolling [E] down my face,
Hey man,
I try to beat you,
[F#] By all my estimates this morning,
[E] If I paint my own grave,
[F#] That flag is stolen,
Where I [C#m] feel you anyway,
[F#]
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
And [G#m] I burn love,
[E] Every back road in [F#] this town,
I find [B] a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust,
Yeah [E] sometimes,
I drive [B] your truck,
[F#] [A] I curse,
I pray,
I say [E] goodbye,
I shoot my fist,
And ask [B] God why,
These days when I'm missing you [F#] this much,
I drive [B] your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] I burn love,
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] I tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud [B] up dust,
[E] Yeah sometimes,
I [B] drive your truck,
[E]
I [B] drive your truck,
[E] Hope you don't mind,
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] [E] [B]
Key:
E
B
F#
G#m
Bm
E
B
F#
[E] You're lying.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [Bm] [E] Eighty _ [B]-nine cents in the ice tray.
I had a empty bottle of Gatorade,
blowing leather [E] to roll gold.
That dirty [B] braised cowpaw dash,
Dog tags hang from the railing,
Old skullcat, a cow,
Old [E] boots and a low coat,
Farmyard shirt,
Folded in the back,
[F#] The staining burns gas like crazy,
[E] But that's alright,
[F#] People got their way of coping,
[E] And I got mine,
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] And I burn love,
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust, [E] Yeah sometimes,
I [B] drive your truck,
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] Keep you fatter in your plane,
Same old country station,
[E] The way you like to,
_ Hey man,
I [B] crank it up,
You'd probably punch my arm right now,
You'd sing those tears rolling [E] down my face,
_ Hey man,
I try to beat you,
[F#] By all my estimates this morning,
[E] If I paint my own grave,
[F#] That flag is stolen,
Where I [C#m] feel you anyway,
[F#]
I [B] drive your truck,
_ [F#] I roll every window down,
And [G#m] I burn love,
[E] Every back road in [F#] this town,
I find [B] a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust,
Yeah [E] sometimes,
_ I drive [B] your truck, _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [A] I curse,
I pray,
I say [E] goodbye,
I shoot my fist,
And ask [B] God why,
These days when I'm missing you [F#] this much,
I drive [B] your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] I burn love, _
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] I tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud [B] up dust,
[E] Yeah sometimes, _
I [B] drive your truck,
_ _ [E] _ _
I [B] drive your truck,
_ _ [E] Hope you don't mind,
I [B] drive your truck,
_ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [Bm] [E] Eighty _ [B]-nine cents in the ice tray.
I had a empty bottle of Gatorade,
blowing leather [E] to roll gold.
That dirty [B] braised cowpaw dash,
Dog tags hang from the railing,
Old skullcat, a cow,
Old [E] boots and a low coat,
Farmyard shirt,
Folded in the back,
[F#] The staining burns gas like crazy,
[E] But that's alright,
[F#] People got their way of coping,
[E] And I got mine,
I [B] drive your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] And I burn love,
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust, [E] Yeah sometimes,
I [B] drive your truck,
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] Keep you fatter in your plane,
Same old country station,
[E] The way you like to,
_ Hey man,
I [B] crank it up,
You'd probably punch my arm right now,
You'd sing those tears rolling [E] down my face,
_ Hey man,
I try to beat you,
[F#] By all my estimates this morning,
[E] If I paint my own grave,
[F#] That flag is stolen,
Where I [C#m] feel you anyway,
[F#]
I [B] drive your truck,
_ [F#] I roll every window down,
And [G#m] I burn love,
[E] Every back road in [F#] this town,
I find [B] a field,
[F#] Tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud up dust,
Yeah [E] sometimes,
_ I drive [B] your truck, _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [A] I curse,
I pray,
I say [E] goodbye,
I shoot my fist,
And ask [B] God why,
These days when I'm missing you [F#] this much,
I drive [B] your truck,
[F#] I roll every window down,
[G#m] I burn love, _
[E] Every back road [F#] in this town,
I [B] find a field,
[F#] I tear it up,
To [G#m] ball the pine,
To cloud [B] up dust,
[E] Yeah sometimes, _
I [B] drive your truck,
_ _ [E] _ _
I [B] drive your truck,
_ _ [E] Hope you don't mind,
I [B] drive your truck,
_ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _