Highway 20 Ride Songtext / Lyric

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...



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20 ride



Whoa-ho-oh-oh

20 ride



Whoa-ho-oh-oh

Highway 20 ride

And I ride



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