Karaoké Highway 20 Ride Zac Brown Band

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 drive and I think about my life

And wonder why that I slowly die inside

Everytime 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 twenty 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

Everytime 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 twenty ride

So when you drive and the years go flyin' by

I hope you'll smile if I ever cross your mind

It was the pleasure of my life and I cherished every time

And my whole world it begins and ends with you on that Highway twenty ride

Woah oh oh oh oh twenty ride

Woah oh oh oh oh twenty ride

Highway twenty ride

And I ride

Woah oh oh oh oh