Lee Brice – A Woman Like You

Last night out of the blue

Driftin’ off to the evenin’ news
She said “Honey, what would you do
“If you’d have never met me”

I just laughed, said “I don’t know,
“But I could take a couple guesses though”
And then tried to dig real deep,
Said, “Darlin’, honestly

“I’d do a lot more offshore fishin’
“Probably eat more drive-thru chicken
“Take a few strokes off my golf game
“If I’d a never known your name
“I’d still be drivin’ that old green ‘Nova
“I probably never would have heard of yoga
“Be a better football fan
“But if I was a single man
“Alone and out there on the loose
“I’d be lookin’ for a woman like you”

Well, I could tell that got her attention
So I said, “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention
“I wouldn’t trade a single day
“For a hundred years the other way”
She just smiled and rolled her eyes
‘Cause she’s heard all of my lines
I said, “C’mon on girl, seriously
“If I hadn’t been so lucky

“I’d be shootin’ pool in my bachelor pad
“Playin’ bass in my cover band
“Restockin’ up cold Bud Light
“For poker every Tuesday night, yeah
“I’d have a dirtbike in the shed
“And not one throw pillow on the bed
“I’d keep cash in a coffee can
“But if I was a single man
“Alone and out there on the loose
“I’d be looking for a woman like you”

She knows what a mess I’d be if I didn’t have her here
But to be sure, I whispered in her ear

“You know I get sick deep-sea fishin’
“And you make the best fried chicken
“I got a hopeless golf game
“I love the sound of your name
“I might miss that old green ‘Nova
“But I love watchin’ you do yoga
“I’d take a gold band on my hand
“Over bein’ a single man
“‘Cause honestly, I don’t know what I’d do
“If I’d never met a woman like you”

Lee Brice - I Drive Your Truck

Eighty-nine cents in the ashtray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade
Rollin' on the floorboard

That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dogtags 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 all right
People got their ways of copin'
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
Till all the pain is a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I leave that radio playin'
The same ole country station
Where you left it

Yeah, man, I crank it up
You'd probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rollin' down my face
Hey, man, I'm tryin' to be tough

And Mama asked me this mornin'
If I'd been by your grave
But that flag of stone
Ain't where I feel you, anyway

I drive you truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Till all the pain is a cloud of dust
Yes, sometimes, I drive your truck

I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said goodbye
I've shook my fist and asked God why
These days, when I'm missin' 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, and I tear it up
Till all the pain is a cloud of dust
Yes, 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