You might get tired of Country, but for me that's IMPOSSIBLE

When I was younger I never saw myself as a lover of Country music. However, that quickly changed when I was introduced to it, at an early age I might add. I found myself being drawn towards the newer Country artists, such as Brad Paisley, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw, Kenny Chesney, Dierks Bentley, and so many more. Discovering new Country artists and songs became my growing passion and I enjoyed searching around until I found something that interested me. This week I would like to introduce another one of my favorites that I discovered, the talented and incredible Mr. Lee Brice. A lot of people might agree that some Country music sounds very similar but that fortunately isn't the case for Lee Brice. His voice, at least to me, stands out and screams a whole new level of uniqueness and originality. As I was listening to the radio earlier this week I heard a song of his called I Drive Your Truck. While it's a very meaningful, emotional, sentimental and deep song mixed with a nice rhythm, I especially enjoy listening to his voice. Yes that might sound creepy but if you listen closely, then you can here the emotions expressed and sometimes you start to feel those same emotions. For example, the song has a slow tempo so when I listen to it, I start to reflect on everything that's going on in my life whether it's positive or negative. Songs aren't just songs to me. They're more than that. In my opinion, songs are pretty much everyday therapy sessions that help me to relieve some stress that I normally feel on a daily basis. Like other Country songs, I Drive Your Truck represents strength and hope and I really enjoy listening to Lee Brice. He keeps getting better and better. If home is where the heart is, then Country music is defiantly my home and always will be.

- Caroline

Lyrics: 

"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 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

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

Lee Brice Ladies and Gentlemen!

I Drive Your Truck Music Video

I Drive Your Truck- Acoustic Version