Lee Brice – I Drive Your Truck (Guitar)

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

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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

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

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

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

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

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

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