Highway 20 Ride (Greatest Hits Version)

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