Chords for "Highway 20 Ride" — Wyatt Durrette, Levi Lowrey, & John Hopkins of the 'Zac Brown Band'
Tempo:
142.7 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
C#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is my favorite song I've ever written.
It explains itself, I guess.
Just trying to tell somebody you love how to deal with
something really hard to deal with.
[A]
[E] [A]
[B] [E]
I ride east every other Friday.
If I headed my way, [A]
the day would not [B] be
wasted on [E] this drive.
I want so bad to hold you.
[A] Some of the things I haven't [E] told you.
[A] Your mom and me [E] couldn't get [B] along.
So [E] I drive and I think about [F#] my life.
I wonder why I had to [B] slowly die inside.
[E] Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, right [A] at the Georgia
[B] line, I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
[A] I'm on [B] that highway 20 [E] right.
[A]
[B] [E]
[A]
[B] [E] Day might come, you realize, [A] but if you see through my
eyes, [A] there was no other [B] way to work [E] it out.
Part [B] of you might hate me.
[A] But son, please [E] don't mistake me [A] for a man who didn't
carry it [B] all.
Because I [E] will drive and I think about [B] my life.
I [E] wonder why I had to [A] slowly die [B]
inside.
Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, [A] right at the Georgia
[B]
line, I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
I'm on that [B] highway [E] 20 right.
[B] Quiet, do [E] it.
John, there's a copy.
[B]
So when you [E] drive, man, [A] those years go flying [B] by.
I hope [E] you smile.
Yeah, [A] if I ever crossed [B] your mind, it [A] was a
pleasure of [B] my life.
[A] And I cherish every [B]
time.
Because my [E] whole world, it began today.
On that [B] highway [E] 20 right.
[A] Oh, [B]
20 [E] right.
Oh, [B]
20 [E] right.
Oh.
[B] [E]
John Hawkins, thank you, brother.
It explains itself, I guess.
Just trying to tell somebody you love how to deal with
something really hard to deal with.
[A]
[E] [A]
[B] [E]
I ride east every other Friday.
If I headed my way, [A]
the day would not [B] be
wasted on [E] this drive.
I want so bad to hold you.
[A] Some of the things I haven't [E] told you.
[A] Your mom and me [E] couldn't get [B] along.
So [E] I drive and I think about [F#] my life.
I wonder why I had to [B] slowly die inside.
[E] Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, right [A] at the Georgia
[B] line, I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
[A] I'm on [B] that highway 20 [E] right.
[A]
[B] [E]
[A]
[B] [E] Day might come, you realize, [A] but if you see through my
eyes, [A] there was no other [B] way to work [E] it out.
Part [B] of you might hate me.
[A] But son, please [E] don't mistake me [A] for a man who didn't
carry it [B] all.
Because I [E] will drive and I think about [B] my life.
I [E] wonder why I had to [A] slowly die [B]
inside.
Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, [A] right at the Georgia
[B]
line, I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
I'm on that [B] highway [E] 20 right.
[B] Quiet, do [E] it.
John, there's a copy.
[B]
So when you [E] drive, man, [A] those years go flying [B] by.
I hope [E] you smile.
Yeah, [A] if I ever crossed [B] your mind, it [A] was a
pleasure of [B] my life.
[A] And I cherish every [B]
time.
Because my [E] whole world, it began today.
On that [B] highway [E] 20 right.
[A] Oh, [B]
20 [E] right.
Oh, [B]
20 [E] right.
Oh.
[B] [E]
John Hawkins, thank you, brother.
Key:
E
B
A
C#m
F#
E
B
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is my favorite song I've ever written. _ _ _ _
It explains itself, I guess. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Just trying to tell somebody you love how to deal with
something really hard to deal with.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ I ride east every other Friday. _ _
If I headed my way, _ _ [A]
the day would not [B] be
wasted on [E] this drive.
_ _ _ _ _ I want so bad to hold you.
[A] Some of the things I haven't [E] told you.
_ [A] Your mom and me _ [E] couldn't get [B] along.
_ _ _ _ So [E] I drive _ and _ I think about [F#] my life.
I wonder _ why _ _ _ I had to [B] slowly die inside.
_ [E] Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, right [A] at the Georgia
[B] line, _ I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
[A] I'm _ on [B] that highway 20 [E] right. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] Day might come, you realize, _ [A] but if you see through my
eyes, _ [A] there was no other [B] way to work [E] it out. _ _
_ _ _ _ Part [B] of you might hate me.
[A] But son, please [E] don't mistake me _ [A] for a man _ who didn't
carry it [B] all. _ _ _
_ Because I [E] will drive _ _ _ _ and I think about [B] my life.
I [E] wonder why _ I _ had to [A] slowly die [B]
inside.
_ Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, [A] right at the Georgia
[B]
line, I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
_ _ I'm on that [B] highway [E] 20 right. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ Quiet, do [E] it. _ _ _
John, there's a copy.
_ _ _ _ [B] _
So when you [E] drive, _ _ _ _ man, [A] those years go flying [B] by.
I hope [E] you smile. _ _
_ Yeah, [A] if I ever crossed [B] your mind, it [A] was a
pleasure of [B] my life.
_ [A] And I cherish every [B]
time.
Because my [E] whole world, _ it began today.
_ _ _ On that [B] highway [E] 20 right. _ _
_ _ [A] Oh, _ _ _ [B] _
_ 20 [E] right. _ _ _
_ _ Oh, _ _ _ [B] _
_ 20 [E] right. _ _ _
_ _ Oh. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ John Hawkins, thank you, brother. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is my favorite song I've ever written. _ _ _ _
It explains itself, I guess. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Just trying to tell somebody you love how to deal with
something really hard to deal with.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ I ride east every other Friday. _ _
If I headed my way, _ _ [A]
the day would not [B] be
wasted on [E] this drive.
_ _ _ _ _ I want so bad to hold you.
[A] Some of the things I haven't [E] told you.
_ [A] Your mom and me _ [E] couldn't get [B] along.
_ _ _ _ So [E] I drive _ and _ I think about [F#] my life.
I wonder _ why _ _ _ I had to [B] slowly die inside.
_ [E] Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, right [A] at the Georgia
[B] line, _ I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
[A] I'm _ on [B] that highway 20 [E] right. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] Day might come, you realize, _ [A] but if you see through my
eyes, _ [A] there was no other [B] way to work [E] it out. _ _
_ _ _ _ Part [B] of you might hate me.
[A] But son, please [E] don't mistake me _ [A] for a man _ who didn't
carry it [B] all. _ _ _
_ Because I [E] will drive _ _ _ _ and I think about [B] my life.
I [E] wonder why _ I _ had to [A] slowly die [B]
inside.
_ Every time I turn [C#m] that truck [E] around, [A] right at the Georgia
[B]
line, I [E] count the days and the miles back home.
_ _ I'm on that [B] highway [E] 20 right. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ Quiet, do [E] it. _ _ _
John, there's a copy.
_ _ _ _ [B] _
So when you [E] drive, _ _ _ _ man, [A] those years go flying [B] by.
I hope [E] you smile. _ _
_ Yeah, [A] if I ever crossed [B] your mind, it [A] was a
pleasure of [B] my life.
_ [A] And I cherish every [B]
time.
Because my [E] whole world, _ it began today.
_ _ _ On that [B] highway [E] 20 right. _ _
_ _ [A] Oh, _ _ _ [B] _
_ 20 [E] right. _ _ _
_ _ Oh, _ _ _ [B] _
_ 20 [E] right. _ _ _
_ _ Oh. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ John Hawkins, thank you, brother. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _