Lyrics Highway 20 Ride (Live) - 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
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