Highway 20 Ride
Zac Brown BandVersion1
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I ride east every other Friday, and if I had it my way
My day would not be wasted on this ride
I want so bad to hold you, but son there's things I haven't told you
Your mom and me just couldn't get along
So I drive, and I think about my life,
and wonder why, that I slowly die inside
Everytime I turn this truck around, right at the Georgia line
I count the days, and the miles back home to you, on that Highway 20 ride.
A day might come you'll realize, and if you see through my eyes
There was no other way to work it out
Part of you might hate me, but son please don't mistake me
For a man who didn't care at all.
So I drive, and I think about my life,
and wonder why, that I slowly die inside
Everytime I turn this truck around, right at the Georgia line
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'll 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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Readable chord sheet for Highway 20 Ride by Zac Brown Band
[C] [C] [F] [C] I ride [C]east every other [C]Friday, and [F]if I had it my [C]way My [C]day would not be [G]wasted on this [C]ride I [C]want so bad to [C]hold you, but son there's [F]things I haven't [C]told you Your [C]mom and me just [C]couldn't get al[G]ong So I [C]drive, and I [F]think about my [G]life, and wonder [C]why, that I [F]slowly die in[G]side Every[C]time I [Cmaj7]turn this [Am]truck ar[Am]ound, right [F]at the Georgia [G]line I count the [C]days[Cmaj7], and the [Am]miles back [Am]home to [F]you, on that [G]Highway 20 ride. A [C]day might come you'll [C]realize, and [F]if you see through [C]my eyes There [C]was no other [G]way to work it [C]out [C]Part of you might [C]hate me, but [F]son please don't mis[C]take me For a [C]man who [C]didn't care at [G]all. So I [C]drive, and I [F]think about my [G]life, and wonder [C]why, that I [F]slowly die [G]inside Every[C]time I [Cmaj7]turn this [Am]truck ar[Am]ound, right [F]at the Georgia [G]line I count the [C]days[Cmaj7], and the [Am]miles back [Am]home to [F]you, on that [G]Highway 20 ride. So when you [C]drive, and the [F]years go flying [G]by I hope you'll [C]smile, if I [F]ever cross your [G]mind It was the [F]pleasure of my [G]life, and I [F]cherished every [G]time And my whole [C]worl[Cmaj7]d, it beg[Am]ins and [Am]ends with [F]you On that [G]Highway 20 [C]Ride.