Zac Brown Band - Highway 20 ride

^CI ride east every other Friday^F but if i had it ^Cmy way ^CThe day would not be ^G/Cwasted on this ^Cdrive ^CAnd i want so bad to hold yo^Fu ^CBut son theres things I haven't ^G/Ctold you ^CYour mom and me couldn't get ^G/Calong

So i'll ^Cdrive And I ^Fthink about my ^G/Clife And wond^Cer why, That I ^Fslowly die ^G/Cinside Every^Amtime I turn that ^Gtruck around, right ^Fat the Georgia lin^Ge And I count the ^Cdays, and the ^G/Cmiles back home to ^Fyou on that High^G/Cway 20 r^Cide

^CA day might come and you'll realize that ^Fif you could see through ^Cmy eyes There^C was no other ^G/Cway to work it ^Cout And a ^Cpart of you might hate me F C C A/C But son please don't mistake me For a man that didnt care at all

^CSo when you drive And the ^Fyears go flying ^G/Cby I hope you ^Csmile If i ^Fever cross your ^G/Cmind It was a ^Ampleasure of my ^Glife And i ^Fcherished every ^Gtime And my whole ^Cworld It be^G/Cgins and ends with ^Fyou On that Hig^G/Chway 20 ri^Cde....