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’ll think about my life
And wonder why, that I’ll 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’ll drive
And I’ll think about my life
And wonder why, that I’ll 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…