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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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