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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 just couldn't get along So I'll drive And I'll think about my life And wonder why, that I'll 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 20 ride A day might come and 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 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 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.... |