Chords for Jessi Alexander with 18 South, I Drive Your Truck
Tempo:
65.95 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
I'm starting to make a story.
And he was great with me.
father talking about his son.
He just drove.
[F] she brought it to me the next day.
[Gm] And we started to kind of formulate what [B] it now is.
[Eb] unbelievable writer.
[Gm] And every time we'd play it for [N] someone, they'd cry.
And he was great with me.
father talking about his son.
He just drove.
[F] she brought it to me the next day.
[Gm] And we started to kind of formulate what [B] it now is.
[Eb] unbelievable writer.
[Gm] And every time we'd play it for [N] someone, they'd cry.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm starting to make a story.
Actually, I've got to give the title to my ex-future.
He ran into me at the meeting.
And he was great with me.
And she was driving down the road
on Memorial Day a couple years ago.
And she heard a father talking about his son.
And he lost [Eb] his son in Afghanistan.
And he didn't know what to do.
He just drove.
And of [F] course Connie pulled in her own cellar
and starts reading all these amazing lines.
And [F] she brought it to me the next day.
I was pregnant with it the [B] next day.
It's a miracle I even went to work that day.
[Gm] And we started to kind of formulate what [B] it now is.
And then [C] we called in Jimmy Urie.
He's an [Eb] unbelievable writer.
And we just nearly had something special
because we all cried while we were writing it.
[Gm] And every time we'd play it for [N] someone, they'd cry.
And then they would tell us a story that they had. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And then _ _ _
[A] _ _ they'd tell us _ _ a [N] story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And it's kind of the real stake in the game.
But [Db] what were those cues that said,
it's more than just getting spins on radio.
It's [B] more than the chart.
You can feel that this song means something to people?
[G] Yeah.
I mean, I think it's [N] that thing where sometimes
commercial music gets beat up.
But if you send a great song, [D] people will play it.
And I think it's [Eb] a testament to how the songwriters
and the songwriters themselves work
and how [Gm] they are writing great songs.
And they bring [Eb] it to a sneak start.
And it does.
And the industry goes, [F] yay!
And it works.
I [Eb] saw a great tweet that said, that I Drive Your Truck [B] song,
it's the one that's not really about the truck.
[Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] I'm going to send this out to all the people
that are not here [C] this holiday season.
[Cm] It's hard.
I'm going to send this out [C] to my mom and my granddaddy
that wished for us here to share this Thanksgiving.
But bear with us.
Amen. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ 89 cents in the industry.
Yeah.
Half empty bottles of Gatorade on the floor.
[F] _ That dirty race cap on the dash.
[Cm] Dog tags hanging from the window.
Old school can and cardboard boots [F] and a gold heart machine.
Foam in the back.
[G] This thing burns gas without creaking.
[F] But that's all right.
[G] People got their ways of coping.
[F] Yeah, and I got them.
I drive [C] your truck.
_ [G] Roll every window down in [Am] Alberta.
_ _ [F] Every back road in [G] this town.
[C] Find a field, tear it up.
Swallow [Am] the pain, plow the dust.
Just [F] sometimes, I [C] drive your truck. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Leave that radio playing.
The same old country station [F] that you left in. _
Yeah, man, I crank it up.
[C] The proper parts wound around it.
You can see this t-roll in [F] that ugly face. _
Well, man, I'm trying to beat her.
[G] Yeah, mom, last week, this morning, [F] I'd been by your grave.
_ _ [G] That's like a stone ain't where I [F] feel you anyway.
I drive your truck. _ _
[G] Roll every window down [Am] in Alberta. _
[C] Every back road in this town.
Find a field, tear it up.
[Am] Swallow the pain, plow the dust.
[C] Just sometimes, _ I drive your truck.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Bb] Oh, I'm cold.
I pray to say [F] goodbye.
I'm so nervous.
I've asked God [C] why.
These days, when I'm missing [G] you very much.
And I'm missing you in Alberta.
I drive your truck.
_ Roll every window down in Alberta.
[Am] _
_ Every back road in this town.
Find a field, tear it up.
Swallow the pain, plow the dust.
Just [F] sometimes, _ just sometimes, I drive your [C] truck.
_ _ _ [F] _ I drive your [C] truck.
_ If you don't _ _ mind.
Oh, just [F] sometimes, I drive your truck.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Yeah.
_ [C] _ Yeah.
[G] Woo! _ _
Woo!
_ [N] Wow.
_ _ I love that.
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm starting to make a story.
Actually, I've got to give the title to my ex-future.
He ran into me at the meeting.
And he was great with me.
And she was driving down the road
on Memorial Day a couple years ago.
And she heard a father talking about his son.
And he lost [Eb] his son in Afghanistan.
And he didn't know what to do.
He just drove.
And of [F] course Connie pulled in her own cellar
and starts reading all these amazing lines.
And [F] she brought it to me the next day.
I was pregnant with it the [B] next day.
It's a miracle I even went to work that day.
[Gm] And we started to kind of formulate what [B] it now is.
And then [C] we called in Jimmy Urie.
He's an [Eb] unbelievable writer.
And we just nearly had something special
because we all cried while we were writing it.
[Gm] And every time we'd play it for [N] someone, they'd cry.
And then they would tell us a story that they had. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And then _ _ _
[A] _ _ they'd tell us _ _ a [N] story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And then they'd tell us a story that they had.
And it's kind of the real stake in the game.
But [Db] what were those cues that said,
it's more than just getting spins on radio.
It's [B] more than the chart.
You can feel that this song means something to people?
[G] Yeah.
I mean, I think it's [N] that thing where sometimes
commercial music gets beat up.
But if you send a great song, [D] people will play it.
And I think it's [Eb] a testament to how the songwriters
and the songwriters themselves work
and how [Gm] they are writing great songs.
And they bring [Eb] it to a sneak start.
And it does.
And the industry goes, [F] yay!
And it works.
I [Eb] saw a great tweet that said, that I Drive Your Truck [B] song,
it's the one that's not really about the truck.
[Db] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] I'm going to send this out to all the people
that are not here [C] this holiday season.
[Cm] It's hard.
I'm going to send this out [C] to my mom and my granddaddy
that wished for us here to share this Thanksgiving.
But bear with us.
Amen. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ 89 cents in the industry.
Yeah.
Half empty bottles of Gatorade on the floor.
[F] _ That dirty race cap on the dash.
[Cm] Dog tags hanging from the window.
Old school can and cardboard boots [F] and a gold heart machine.
Foam in the back.
[G] This thing burns gas without creaking.
[F] But that's all right.
[G] People got their ways of coping.
[F] Yeah, and I got them.
I drive [C] your truck.
_ [G] Roll every window down in [Am] Alberta.
_ _ [F] Every back road in [G] this town.
[C] Find a field, tear it up.
Swallow [Am] the pain, plow the dust.
Just [F] sometimes, I [C] drive your truck. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Leave that radio playing.
The same old country station [F] that you left in. _
Yeah, man, I crank it up.
[C] The proper parts wound around it.
You can see this t-roll in [F] that ugly face. _
Well, man, I'm trying to beat her.
[G] Yeah, mom, last week, this morning, [F] I'd been by your grave.
_ _ [G] That's like a stone ain't where I [F] feel you anyway.
I drive your truck. _ _
[G] Roll every window down [Am] in Alberta. _
[C] Every back road in this town.
Find a field, tear it up.
[Am] Swallow the pain, plow the dust.
[C] Just sometimes, _ I drive your truck.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
[Bb] Oh, I'm cold.
I pray to say [F] goodbye.
I'm so nervous.
I've asked God [C] why.
These days, when I'm missing [G] you very much.
And I'm missing you in Alberta.
I drive your truck.
_ Roll every window down in Alberta.
[Am] _
_ Every back road in this town.
Find a field, tear it up.
Swallow the pain, plow the dust.
Just [F] sometimes, _ just sometimes, I drive your [C] truck.
_ _ _ [F] _ I drive your [C] truck.
_ If you don't _ _ mind.
Oh, just [F] sometimes, I drive your truck.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Yeah.
_ [C] _ Yeah.
[G] Woo! _ _
Woo!
_ [N] Wow.
_ _ I love that.