Highway 20 Ride

I ride east every other Friday But if I had it my way A day would not be wasted on this drive 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 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 A day might come you'll realize That if you see through my eyes There was no other way to work it out A part of you might hate me But son, please don't mistake me For a man that didn't care at all So 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 As the years go flying by I hope you smile If I ever cross your mind It was the pleasure of my life And I cherished every time And my whole world Begins and ends with you On that Highway 20 ride Woah, oh, oh, oh, 20 ride Woah, oh, oh, 20 ride Highway 20 ride And I ride... Woah, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh