Lyrics:

I Ride East Every Other Friday
but If I Had It My Way
a Day Would Not Be Wasted On This Drive
and I Want So Bad To Hold You
son, There's Things I Haven't Told You
your Mom And Me Couldn't Get Along

so I Drive And I Think About My Life
and Wonder Why That I Slowly Die Inside
every Time I Turn That Truck Around
right At The Georgia Line
and I Count The Days
and The Miles Back Home To You
on That Highway 20 Ride

a Day Might Come You'll Realize
that If You See Through My Eyes
there Was No Other Way To Work It Out
and A Part Of You Might Hate Me
but Son, Please Don't Mistake Me
for A Man That Didn't Care At All

and I Drive And I Think About My Life
and Wonder Why That I Slowly Die Inside
every Time I Turn That Truck Around
right At The Georgia Line
and I Count The Days
and The Miles Back Home To You
on That Highway 20 Ride

so When You Drive
and The Years Go Flying By
i Hope You Smile
if I Ever Cross Your Mind
it Was The Pleasure Of My Life
and I Cherished Every Time
and My Whole World
it Begins And Ends With You