Highway 20 Ride - Zac Brown Band

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

Some of the things I haven't told you

Your mom and me just couldn't get along

So i'll drive

And I'll 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 and you'll realize

That if you could 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 didnt care at all

So i'll drive

And I'll 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