Highway 20 Ride

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
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 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, oh, oh, oh
 20 ride
 Whoa, oh, oh
 20 ride
 Highway 20 ride
 And I ride
 Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh