I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way
Days would not be wasted on this drive
And I want so bad to hold you
Some of the 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
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 twenty ride

A day might come and you'll realize
That if you could 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 didnt care at all

So I'll drive
And I'll think about my life
And wonder why
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 twenty 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 twenty ride...
Woah oh oh oh oh
Twenty ride
Woah oh oh oh oh
Twenty ride
Woah oh oh oh
Highway twenty ride...
Woah oh oh oh oh
And I ride
Woah oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh