Highway 20 Ride - Live

I ride east every other Friday
 But if I had it my way
 A day would not be wasted on this drive
 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
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 A day might come you'll realize
 That if you see through my eyes
 There was no other way to work it out
 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 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
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 So when you drive
 As 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
 Begins and ends with you
 On that Highway 20 ride
 Woah, oh, oh, oh, 20 ride
 Woah, oh, oh, 20 ride
 
 Highway 20 ride
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 And I ride...
 Woah, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh