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 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 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 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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
