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Lyrics by: Zac Brown, Wyatt Durette
# Debut Chart
1 Nov '09 Country
40 Jan '10 Hot 100

Lyrics

I ride East every other Friday But if I had it my way A day 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 couldn't get along


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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 A day might come you'll realize That if you 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 And 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 So when you drive And 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 It begins and ends with you On that Highway 20 ride....

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