I ride east every
other Friday
If I had it my way
the day would not be
wasted on this drive
I want so bad
to hold you
some of the things
I haven't told you
Your mom and me
couldn't get along
So I'll drive
And I'll think
about my life
and wonder why
That I slowly die inside
every time I turn
that truck around
right at the Georgia line
And I count the days
and the miles back
home to you
on that Highway 20 ride
The day might come
you'll realise
that if you see
through my eyes
There was
no other way
to work it out
And a part of you
might hate me
But son please
don't mistake me
for a man
that didn't care at all
And I drive
And I think
about my life
and wonder why
That I slowly die inside
every time I turn
that truck around
right at the Georgia line
And I count the days
and the miles back
home to you
on that Highway 20 ride
So when you drive
And the years
go flying by
I hope you'll smile
If I ever
cross your mind
It was the pleasure
of my life
And I cherished
every time
And my whole world
it begins and ends
with you
on that Highway 20 ride
Woah hoo ooh ooh
20 ride
Woah hoo ooh ooh
20 ride
Highway 20 ride....
When I drive....
Woah hoo ooh ooh
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