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

And I want so bad to hold you

Son there's 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, that 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 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



So I'll drive

And I'll think about my life

And wonder why, that I'll 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....