Zac Brown Band - Highway 20 ride

I ride ^Cadd9east every other F^Criday, and i^Ff I had it my w^Cay My ^Cadd9day would not be ^Gwasted on this dr^Cive I ^Cadd9want so bad to ^Chold you, but son there's ^Fthings I haven't told^C you Your ^Cadd9mom and me just ^Ccouldn't get al^Gong

So I ^Cdrive, and I ^Fthink about my ^Glife, And wonder ^Cwhy, that I ^Fslowly die in^Gside Every^C time I ^Cmaj7turn that ^Amtruck around, rig^Fht at the Georgia lin^Ge I count the ^Cdays, ^Cmaj7and the mi^Amles back home to y^Fou, on tha^Gt Highwa^Cy 20 ride.

A ^Cadd9day might come you'll ^Crealize, and if ^Fyou see through my ^Ceyes There ^Cadd9was no other ^Gway to work it ou^Ct And a ^Cadd9part of you might ^Chate me, bu^Ft son please don't mistake me^C For a ^Cadd9man who ^Cdidn't care at a^Gll.

And I d^Crive, and I t^Fhink about my l^Gife, And wonder ^Cwhy, that I ^Fslowly die in^Gside Every^C time I ^Cmaj7turn that ^Amtruck around, rig^Fht at the Georgia lin^Ge And I count the ^Cdays, ^Cmaj7and the mi^Amles back home to y^Fou, on that Hi^Gghway 20 ride^C.

So when you ^Cdrive, and the y^Fears go flying by ^G I hope you'll ^Csmile, if I e^Fver cross your min^Gd It was the p^Fleasure of my l^Gife, and I c^Fherished every t^Gime And my whole ^Cworld, i^Cmaj7t begins and^Am ends with yo^Fu On that ^GHighway 20 ^CRide. ^FOn that Hi^Gghway 20 Ri^Cde. (repeat to fade)