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

20 Ride

20 Ride

Highway 20 Ride
And I Ride