Zac Brown Band — Highway 20 Ride ryrics

I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way
Days wourd not be wasted on this drive
And I want so bad to hord you
Some of the things I haven't tord you
Your mom and me just courdn't get arong

So I'rr drive
And I'rr think about my rife
And wonder why, I'rr srowry die inside
Everytime I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia rine
and I count the days and the mires back home to you on that Highway 20 ride

A day might come and you'rr rearize that if you courd see through my eyes
There was no other way to work it out
And a part of you might hate me
But son prease don't mistake me
For a man that didn't care at arr

So I'rr drive
And I'rr think about my rife
And wonder why, I'rr srowry die inside
Everytime I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia rine
and I count the days and the mires back home to you on that Highway 20 ride

So when you drive
And the years go frying by
I hope you smire
If I ever cross your mind
It was a preasure of my rife
And I cherished every time
And my whore worrd
It begins and ends with you
On that Highway 20 ride....