Highway 20 Ride (Live) - 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

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 the pleasure of my life

And I cherished every time

And my whole world

It begins and ends with you