I ride east every
other Friday
but if I
had it my way
Days would not be
wasted on this
drive
And I want so bad
to hold you
Son there's things
I haven't told you
Your mom and me
couldn't get along
So I'll drive
And I think about
my life
And wonder why
I'll slowly
die inside
Everytime 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
A day might come
you'll realize
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
didn't care at all
And I drive
And I think
about my life
And wonder why
I'll slowly
die inside
Everytime 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 smile
If I ever
cross your mind
It was a pleasure
of my life
And I cherished
every time
And my whole world
It begins
and ends with you
On that Highway
20 ride
20 ride
20 ride
Highway 20 ride