Zac Brown Band - Highway 20 ride

^DI ride east every other Friday^G but if i had it ^Dmy way ^DThe day would not be ^A/Dwasted on this ^Ddrive ^DAnd i want so bad to hold yo^Gu ^DBut son theres things I haven't ^A/Dtold you ^DYour mom and me couldn't get ^A/Dalong

So i'll ^Ddrive And I ^Gthink about my ^A/Dlife And wond^Der why, That I ^Gslowly die ^A/Dinside Every^Bmtime I turn that ^Atruck around, right ^Gat the Georgia lin^Ae And I count the ^Ddays, and the ^A/Dmiles back home to ^Gyou on that High^A/Dway 20 r^Dide

^DA day might come and you'll realize that ^Gif you could see through ^Dmy eyes There^D was no other ^A/Dway to work it ^Dout And a ^Dpart of you might hate me G D D A/D But son please don't mistake me For a man that didnt care at all

^DSo when you drive And the ^Gyears go flying ^A/Dby I hope you ^Dsmile If i ^Gever cross your ^A/Dmind It was a ^Bmpleasure of my ^Alife And i ^Gcherished every ^Atime And my whole ^Dworld It be^A/Dgins and ends with ^Gyou On that Hig^A/Dhway 20 ri^Dde....