Highway 20 Ride - Zac Brown Band

I ride east every other Friday

and if I had it my way

the 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 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.

The day might come you’ll realize

That if you see thru 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 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 the pleasure of my life

And I cherished everytime

And my whole world

it begins and ends with you

on that highway 20 ride

Whoa 20 ride

Whoa 20 ride

Highway 20 ride.

and I ride.

Whoa.