Zac Brown Band - Highway 20 ride

I ride ^Ceast every other ^CFriday, and ^Fif I had it my ^Cway My ^Cday would not be ^Gwasted on this ^Cride I ^Cwant so bad to ^Chold you, but son there's ^Fthings I haven'^Ct told you Your ^Cmom and me just ^Ccouldn't ^Gget along

So I ^Cdrive, and I ^Fthink about my ^Glife, and wonder ^Cwhy, that I ^Fslowly die in^Gside C Cmaj7 Am Am(maj7) F G Everytime I turn this truck around, right at the Georgia line C Cmaj7 Am Am(maj7)F G I count the days, and the miles back home to you, on that Highway 20 ride.

A ^Cday might come you'll ^Crealize, and ^Fif you see through ^Cmy eyes There ^Cwas no other ^Gway to wor^Ck it out ^CPart of you might ^Chate me, but ^Fson please don^C't mistake me For a ^Cman who ^Cdidn't car^Ge at all.

So I ^Cdrive, and I ^Fthink about my ^Glife, and wonder ^Cwhy, that I ^Fslowly die ^Ginside C Cmaj7 Am Am(maj7) F G Everytime I turn this truck around, right at the Georgia line C Cmaj7 Am Am(maj7)F G I count the days, and the miles back home to you, on that Highway 20 ride.

So whe^Cn you drive, an^Fd the years go^G flying by I hope y^Cou'll smile,^F if I ever cr^Goss your mind It wa^Fs the pleasure ^Gof my life, ^Fand I cherished ^Gevery time

On that ^GHighway 20 ^CRide.