I ride (Eb)east ev ’ry oth er Fri day,

but (Ab)if I had it my way,

the day would not be (Bb)wast ed on this drive.

And I want so bad to hold you.

Son, there’s (Ab)thing I have n’t told you.

Your mom and me

could n’t get a long.

So I (Eb)drive

and I (Ab)think a bout my life and won der why

that I slow ly die in side

ev ’ry (Eb)time I (Bb)turn that (Cm)truck a round right (Ab)at the Geor gia line,

and I count the (Eb)days

and the miles back home to (Ab)you

on that High way Twen ty ride.

A (Eb)day might come you’ll real ize

that (Ab)if you could see through my eyes

there was no oth er way to work it out.

And a part of you might hate me,

but, (Ab)Son, please don’t mis take me

for the man

that did n’t care at all.

And I

So when you drive

and the years go fly ing by, I hope you smile

if I (Ab)ev er cross your mind.

It was a (Ab)pleas ure of my life,

and I (Ab)cher ished ev ’ry time.

And my whole world,

it be gins and ends with you

on that High way Twen ty ride.

Woh, (Ab)oh, oh,

Twen ty ride.

Woh, (Ab)woh,

Twen ty ride.

Woh, (Ab)woh,

Twen ty ride.

Woh, (Ab)woh,

and I’ll ride.

Woh, (Ab)woh, oh.