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 Son, there\'s things I haven\'t told you Your mom and me just couldn\'t get along So I\'ll drive And I 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 20 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 didn\'t care at all So I drive And I 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 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....