Lyrics Highway 20 Ride - Zac Brown Band

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way
A day 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
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
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 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

Whoa, oh, oh, oh
20 ride

Whoa, oh, oh
20 ride

Highway 20 ride
And I ride

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh