I ride east every other Friday, and if I had it my way My day would not be wasted on this ride I want so bad to hold you, but son there's things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along
So I drive, and I think about my life, and wonder why, that I slowly die inside Everytime I turn this truck around, right at the Georgia line I count the days, and the miles back home to you, on that Highway 20 ride.
A day might come you'll realize, and if you see through my eyes There was no other way to work it out Part of you might hate me, but son please don't mistake me For a man who didn't care at all.
So I drive, and I think about my life, and wonder why, that I slowly die inside Everytime I turn this truck around, right at the Georgia line 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'll smile, if I ever cross your mind It was the pleasure of my life, and I cherished every time And my whole world, it begins and ends with you On that Highway 20 ride.