[Intro]
[Strophe]
C 
Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray 
C                                                  F 
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard 
F 
That dirty Braves cap on the dash 
C 
Dog tags hangin' from the rear view 
C                                      F 
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a Go Army Shirt 
F 
folded in the back 
       G                               F 
This thing burns gas like crazy, but that's alright 
         G 
People got their ways of coping 
          F 
Oh, and I've got mine
[Refrain]
C 
I drive your truck 
        G/B 
I roll every window down 
       Am 
And I burn up 
F                     G 
Every back road in this town 
C                 G/B 
I find a field, I tear it up 
Am                     Am/G 
Til all the pain's a cloud of dust 
F                             C 
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
[Strophe]
C 
I leave that radio playing 
C                                     F 
That same ol' country station where ya left it 
F 
Yeah, man I crank it up 
C 
And you'd probably punch my arm right now 
C                                    F 
If you saw this tear rollin' down my face 
F 
Hey, man I'm tryin' to be tough 
G 
And momma asked me this morning 
F 
If I'd been by your grave 
G                                            F 
But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway
[Refrain]
C 
I drive your truck 
        G/B 
I roll every window down 
       Am 
And I burn up 
F                     G 
Every back road in this town 
C                 G/B 
I find a field, I tear it up 
Am                    Am/G 
Til all the pain's a cloud of dust 
F                             C 
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
[Pont]
Bb 
I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye 
F 
Shook my fist and asked God why 
C                                  G 
These days when I'm missing you this much
[Refrain]
C 
I drive your truck 
        G/B 
I roll every window down 
       Am 
And I burn up 
F                     G 
Every back road in this town 
C                 G/B 
I find a field, I tear it up 
Am                     Am/G 
Til all the pain's a cloud of dust 
F                             C 
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
[Instrumentale]
C/F
[Outro]
C 
I drive your truck 
F 
I drive your truck 
C                        F 
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind 
C 
I drive your truck