Zac Brown Band - Highway 20 Ride Lyrics

I ride east every other FridayBut if I had it my wayA day would not be wasted on this driveAnd I want so bad to hold youSon, there’s things I haven't told youYour mom and me couldn't get alongSo I drive and I think about my lifeAnd wonder why that I slowly die insideEvery time I turn that truck aroundRight at the Georgia lineAnd I count the daysAnd the miles back home to youOn that Highway 20