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
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Sir You have shown me the meaning
of true friendship.
So i made this page for You
to say Thank You
Hugssss
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