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“I Drive Your Truck” Real Story Into Lyrics

“I Drive Your Truck” Real Story Into Lyrics

Lee Brice’s hit song “I Drive Your Truck” was inspired by a real story one of the songwriters heard on the radio while in the car one day. While it didn’t give them the whole song, it was the spark for a song that went on to win award after award.

On Memorial Day 2011, songwriter Connie Harrington heard a story on NPR’s Here & Now of a father, Paul Monti, remembering his son, U.S. Army Sgt. 1st Class Jared Monti.

Jared was killed in action in Afghanistan in 2006, while trying to save a buddy who had been seriously wounded.  He was awarded the Medal of Honor in 2009.

Paul talked about driving the truck his son left behind and why: “What can I tell you? It’s him. It’s got his DNA all over it. I love driving it because it reminds me of him, though I don’t need the truck to remind me of him. I think about him every hour of every day.”

 

us army sgt 1st class jared monti

 

Being emotionally moved by the story, between tears, the songwriter jotted down a note.  With her co-writers Jimmy Yeary and Jessi Alexander took a story heard on a public radio station and turned it into a Billboard #1 hit and CMA Song Of The Year.

 

Original Story Heard By Harrington

 

Lee Brice “I Drive Your Truck”

 

 

“I Drive Your Truck” Lyrics

 

VERSE

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

CHORUS

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

VERSE

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 on my face
Hey, man I’m tryin’ to be tough
And momma asked me this morning
If I’d been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you anyway

CHORUS

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

BRIDGE

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

CHORUS

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

 

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