B _ _ _ _ _
E _ _ _ .
_
B _ _ _ _
E _ _ _ .
B 89 cents in the ashtray, half empty bottle of gay array rolling in
E the floor bowl.
B that
E dirty Braves cap on a
B dash, dog tags hanging from the rear view, old skull can.
and cowboy boots and a gold
E army shirt
B folded in the back,
F# this thing burns gas.
like crazy
E but that's all right people
F# got their ways
B of coping oh
E and I got mine.
I
B drive your truck I
F# roll every window down and I
G#m burn up every
E back road in
F# this town.
B find the field tear
F# it up till all
G#m the pains a cloud
F# of dust yeah
E sometimes _ I drive
B your truck _ .
_ _ _ I leave that radio playing same old country station where you
E left it yeah man I crank it up.
and
B you'd probably punch my arm right now if you saw this tear rolling down
E on my face.
hey man I'm trying to be tough
F# and mama asked me this morning if I'd
E been by your grave.
but
F# that flag and stone ain't where I feel
E you anyway
F# I drive
B your truck.
I
F# roll every window down and I
G#m burn up _ _
E every back road in
F# this town I find the
B field.
I tear
F# it up till all
G#m the pains a cloud
F# of dust yeah
E sometimes _ I drive
B your truck.
_ _
F# _ _ .
I've
A cussed I've prayed I've said goodbye
E shook my fist and asked God why
B these days when I'm missing you.
F# I drive _ _
B your truck I roll every window
C# down and I
G#m burn up _ _
A every back road in
E this
F# town.
I find
B the field I tear
F# it up till all
G#m the pains a cloud
F# of dust yeah
E sometimes.
B brother
E sometimes _
B I drive your truck _ _ _ .
I
E B drive your truck I hope you
E don't mind I hope you don't mind I drive
B your truck _ _ _ _ .
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