"I Drive Your Truck"

Not too long ago, as I was randomly checking Facebook and Twitter, making my usual rounds, I repeatedly kept seeing posts about the 'new Lee Brice song that will change your life.'  After seeing the post for at least the 10th time in a row, I stopped everything I was doing and had to google this.  Well, I have never heard a song like this.  The imagery and emotion that is rooted in these simple words are indescribable.  I think it shows more craft from a songwriter in simplicity.  Even better than the craft in this song is the artistry from Lee Brice.  Watch this performance and fall madly in love with him...I am. (shh!)  There's nothing in this song that isn't someone's truth.  This first verse gives me chills all over.  Close your eyes, clear your head, and really let this one get to you.  

No doubt in my mind, when this song actually gets released as a single

 SONG OF THE YEAR.

Listen & leave your thoughts!

FM Radio:
Singer: Lee Brice
Songwriters: Jesse Alexander, Jimmy Yeary, Connie Harrington
Song: "I Drive Your Truck"

Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hangin’ from the rear view
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a Go Army Shirt
folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy, but that’s alright
People got their ways of coping
Oh, and I’ve got mine

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck

I leave that radio playing
That same ole country station where ya left it
Yeah, man I crank it up
And you’d probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rollin’ down my on face
Hey, man I’m tryin’ to be tough
And momma asked me this morning
I I’d been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck

I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye
Shook my fist and asked God why
These days when I’m missing you this much

I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes, brother sometimes

I drive your truck
I drive your truck
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
I drive your truck


Grab your tissues....