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-ho-oh-oh
20 ride
whoa-ho-oh-oh
20 ride
whoa-ho-oh-oh
highway 20 ride
and i ride
whoa-ho-oh-oh